Enoch grinned at the arrival of the cleric, glad to have a distraction to save him from his own uncertainty. He had no idea how to react to the gnomes imaginary offering, but found a way out with the new arrival.<br/><br/>Taking the offered nothingness from Zook's hand with a nod of thanks, Enoch made a show of feeling it in astonishment, as one might do with a particularly choice physical towel, wiped his face a bit, and then offered it to the man who introduced himself as Verric.<br/><br/>"Well met, sir. Please, won't you share a fine towel with me on this rainy night?" He said, grinning as he presented it like a fine sword, bowed slightly at the waist.<br/><br/>From his position, and with the existing moisture that clung to him, Enoch figured (and hoped) that the cleric might not recognize that he was nervously beginning to sweat at his arrival. Clerics (and other churchgoers in general) had never quite liked him. Something about his eyes.