[Well as introductions go that was a blur. Once left abandoned in the courtyard he takes shelter under a covering, tense but hiding it under an easy smile. One hand on his hip, easy, the other loose at his side as he surveys the transports and the surroundings.]

[It seems surreal, like a dream.]

[And somehow all too real. The strangeness of the situation aside, politics aren't anything new in any world in any time, apparently. He sighs, lips pressing together in thought.]

[But open spaces aren't the place for woolgathering. So whether someone looks new and confused or experienced, he'll approach with an open smile.]

Hello there.