"That depends on where you are going," the man replies. "But the Underdark is a small place, I find. Those who are destined to cross paths often will. But I am forgetting my manners to be sure."<br/><br/>He bows his head slightly, hunching himself and bending his knees to lower his head further. Presumably he doesn't want to bow too horizontally so his gigantic headpiece doesn't fall off. "I should introduce myself. I am the Ozdemir. A traveler, merchant, and gambler. Occasional scholar, poet, and fighter. Savorer of fine wines and collector of exotic pottery. Formerly of the elemental plane of earth, now unburdened by territories or titles.<br/><br/>And who is it that I have the fine pleasure of meeting here?"<br/><br/>He looks at Zarna with a twinkle in his eye. She gets the feeling that Ozzie is a more analytical sort of person, and she should be careful how she chooses to characterize -- or mischaracterize -- herself toward him.