"I thank you friend." Taking the invisible, slightly damp cloth, without any astonishment, he quickly wiped his brow and hands, and tossed it back. "Good to see kind men and women in a foreign land I have to say. What of your names then friends?" He took to a stone ledge protruding from a pillar of the bridge, and sat comfortably.<br/><br/>The rain continued, but Verric wasn't letting it spoil the meeting. He kept his spirits high, and made sure these citizens of a foreign land wouldn't think ill of his own people by comparison. Among them here, the gnome intrigued him the most. Very few of his kind lived in his homeland and to be honest, he had never met one before.