Junco had a hip flask concealed in his trousers, but preserving that delicious liquor was one of his goals in life. "Some tea would be welcome, sister. It would warm some who've been trapped in the rain for hours." Truthfully, he hadn't been trapped for hours; he hadn't even been trapped! His umbrella had pretty much prevented him from being touched by a droplet of rain, but he could see a couple of people still dripping at the brow with rain water.<br/><br/>Giving a soft yawn, Junco leaned back a bit in his chair and thought on the brief tale she had told them. It made him think of that crystal he had stashed in his library at home. But that was probably just some trinket.