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A brief surprise if anything from the imp, reeling back a step before it vanished as quick as it appeared. Blinking a few times on his end before looking to Dorian, a smile creeping on his face at the manners bestowed as Vendril bows before the man, fixing his top hat afterwards. “[color=goldenrod]Ahh, if only it was a travel but haven’t the courtesy of the Weyline for years! Thank you for the offers but before we continue with that formalities are needed, the name is Vendril. Sir Vendril and could I inquire for yours?[/color]” 

Letting the man introduce himself before chuckling, giving a slight nod yet he couldn’t let the next part slide so quickly or easily. “[color=goldenrod]Also if you don’t mind if I ask where I am? I don’t recognize the place, what land do we reside in? May help with piecing things together.[/color]” Walking amongst the place as his eyes wander, even checking outside the window if possible. But he was diligent about what Dorian had to say, his cane gently tapping the floor towards the end of his viewing. “[color=goldenrod]Will say this place is far nicer than many that I’ve been to.[/color]”