Corto sat in silence, watching and listening to the others while he ate. He wasn't particularly used to socializing yet, even though he had been out here in the real world for quite a while. He had gotten the hang of such things that you might say when you meet someone and don't really know what to talk about. Weather, asking how are you, asking for news, that sort of thing. But he didn't really know anyone in the Silver Leaves good enough to just chit chat like they were doing now. On the other hand the newcome mercenary didn't seem to have any problems whatsoever with talking to strangers. He was about to open his mouth and join in a hopefully casual manner when Iano made his way over to their table. He was very curious about this one. The way he clothed himself and his mannerisms were totally alien to Corto, more so than to most others. He came from a society were the monotone was the rule. Among the Templars everyone wore the same clothes and armor with distinct differences depending on rank. Even among the civilian populace regular pants and a long sleeved tunic was norm for both men and women and colors were within very natural ranges. He had been entranced to see how the women outside Mt.Kartan dressed. He had been even more so when he first saw Iano.<br/><br/>"Kalkas, you say? Can't say I recognize the name. What sort of host are we encountering?"