"Perhaps your little friend is fond of green and wont come out until you share some absinthe with me." Abduxuel shrugged and winked at the individuals before him as he implied Yoriko had drunken hallucinations. "I'm jesting dear child, jesting. I'm sure your Dora will show herself when she feels so inclined." He withdrew his hand, noticing no one had offered theirs to greet him, and brushed his hair away from his face.<br/><br/>He was about to suggest that they could visit a feasting hall when he found a chalice in his hand and a calloused hand on his bare shoulder. "You ran off on me. I was about to start asking people if they saw my angel" Said the rugged looking man who walked up behind Abduxuel.<br/><br/>"Everyone, this is Swain. He is here on shore leave for the festival." Abduxuel spoke of his companion