There's actually a strict tactical logic to Galryn's movements, though it's inobvious to anyone who doesn't know him well.  The lower strata of society suit him better, so he speaks to them first.  The stations of the guests rise as you approach the head.  By working his way up the table in reverse order, he encounters the courtly and highborn only as they've had increasing amounts to drink.  At this point, they're more likely to find him refreshing and funny rather than blunt and ill-mannered.  He congratulates himself on his cleverness as he shakes hands with her father and too-late realizes the man hasn't kept up with his neighbors.  After a few stiff exchanges, Galryn excuses himself and looks for the coach that's to take them to the inn.<br/><br/>It's a great four-wheeled affair, with green and gilt leaves around it, and some horses that are altogether too dressed up for his taste.  Once he's locked his eyes on it, he approaches Fallyn from behind and rests his hand on her shoulder for a moment, just a brush.  "Your carriage awaits, my lady."