Albrecht drank in the sight of all these people, curiousity clear in his expression. Marian's Grove was a predominantly human community, outside of the halfling family that ran the leather tanning business, and such strange individuals as tortoise-men and dark elves was a hella wild experience. He stared for a bit, before suddenly starting when he realized that he was being discourteous. [b]"Albrecht,"[/b] he said, with a bow and a smile. [b]"My responsibilities kept me from attending the parade, but now, in the absence of work, I've nothing better to do but offer my own services. It's a poor day when adventuring folks like myself got nothing to keep my hands busy with, y'know?"[/b]