Gariland, after a bit of evesdropping that reveals little of particular interest aside to reinforce in his mind the usual admonitions about criticizing the fashion of those in power, approaches a waitress with an elegant bow and a polite but noticeable kiss on the hand.<br/><br/>"My dear and most charming and lovely sommalier, if I might distract you temporarily from the foremost of your right and honorable duties in this establishment of no small renown, could perhaps you do the greatest courtesy for one such as he before you who, having newly and freshly arrived in this fair city no longer ago than the dark amber sun has rode the firmament of sky this day, and do kindly inform same of what opportunity for advancement both financial and social may exist in this grand hub of civilization?"