Zook took notice of the new human to show up. Perhaps the gods were trying to bring this group together, because this many people getting caught under the same bridge had never been witnessed by the gnome before. It might be best to try to find better shelter before they ran out of room under this bridge. But for now, he had one more greeting to give.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">And I am Zook d'Tarlian, regular performer at Ten Torches Theater, lover of conversation, and current provider of dryness.</span>" Zook directed his prestidigitation magic to dry the new person as he was handed the nonexistent towel.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">The others that I have been fortunate to meet under this bridge are the <span style="color: #00BF40">lovely</span> Corila, the noble Damien, the industrious Jorrin, and this fellow who was undoubtedly about to give his name before your interruption.</span>" Zook pointed to each one in turn with his imaginary cane, sending out a ray of prestidigitation-made hearts, crowns and jewels, cogs, and question marks respectively at each of them from the nonexistent cane tip.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">But it is getting rather crowded here. Perhaps we should seek a proper roof to defend us from this torrent.</span>" Zook walked towards runoff from the bridge above and pointed the imaginary cane upwards as he grasped it with his other hand. "<span style="font-style: italic">Lucky for you taller folks that I had the sense...</span>" Zook pulled his hands apart and directed his prestidigitation to alter the water's path. "<span style="font-style: italic">...to bring an umbrella!</span>" Zook twirled around to face the others while standing away from the bridge's protection. The rain parted above the gnome's head as though it were hitting an invisible umbrella.