Damien turned to find, oddly enough, a gnome, an elf, and another human. Apparently, he had spaced out while waiting for the rain to stop.<br/><br/>"Oh!" he exclaimed. "Pardon me! Where are my manners? Damien ir'Faldren, at your service. And yes, this weather is quite pleasant," he said, his voice seething with sarcasm at his . "And you, my dear gnome? Your name is Zook? Very unique name! I've never met a gnome of such a moniker. Might I partake in one of those lovely transparent towels? That would be lovely!" He turned and acknowledged the elf and other human with a nod.