The hobling jumped a little, startled by the (to him) sudden appearance of the redheaded woman.<strong>"Oh! Uh, oh. Hi."</strong>he can't help where his eyes focus, given their comparative height, but he does have the good graces to<em>lift</em>them after a moment.<strong>"Doom waff...? Oh! I dunno, just some religious thing my bunkmate passed me."</strong>He smiles, leaning against the railing a bit.<strong>"<em>His</em> theory is that an international conspiracy of gnomes is behind the adventuring games to distract the populace from a nefarious plot that they and the Church of... oh... ugh, I don't know, I'm no good at remembering."</strong>he rubs the back of his neck.<strong>"Anyway, it's what the pamphlet called the little wafer-cookie-things the church uses.  Doom waffles."</strong>He looks out over the landscape.<strong>"Sounds tasty, maybe I'll convert."</strong>He looked back to Magdalena then.<strong>"So, what did you draw in the lottery? For adventure-site, I mean."</strong>of course that's what he means. He looks her over, toe to top, nibbling hte edge of his lip thoughtfully as he tries to place her in the scheme of the games.