"Hmm, it looks like we've got a bit of a break for a moment; I have to admit, I was expecting the unpleasant people to be the first ones to come back after a scare like that- speaking of, you might want to let go of Mister Purple now, Miss." Graydon spoke to the shy little fae, but his eyes kept flicking back to the man he presumed a native- the moment something goes awry, he's gone. It's never a good idea to trust to the kindness of strangers, especially when they're this strange!
At the moment, though, he's got the space to appreciate the weirdness of this grouping a little more, especially Miss Awesome Visionhead- who's apparently learned humility and started carrying herself completely different? Huh, strange. Does she have another personality locked in that rock or something? This lady's getting more curious by the second. Still, he'll match her gesture with a courteous half-bow of his own, even if there's no curtsy attempt to go with it. "By all means, well and welcome so long as you don't do it again. As for the place... this may not be the nicest part, but the city itself is a grandly impressive feat. This is Sigil, where people come from distant and absurd realms beyond all ken to pay homage to the Lady of Blades! Wander about a bit, and you'd doubtless be able to see anything and anyone if you look hard enough. It's been written this place is a waypoint between anywhere and anyone, and even though it's doubtless at least half rumor-inflated nonsense I've seen enough for myself to know it must be part fascinating truth as well!"
Cue a discreet gesture at... well, everyone and everything (politely excepting the woman herself, of course). "Such richness and diversity, how could it not be gathered to grandness?"
At the moment, though, he's got the space to appreciate the weirdness of this grouping a little more, especially Miss Awesome Visionhead- who's apparently learned humility and started carrying herself completely different? Huh, strange. Does she have another personality locked in that rock or something? This lady's getting more curious by the second. Still, he'll match her gesture with a courteous half-bow of his own, even if there's no curtsy attempt to go with it. "By all means, well and welcome so long as you don't do it again. As for the place... this may not be the nicest part, but the city itself is a grandly impressive feat. This is Sigil, where people come from distant and absurd realms beyond all ken to pay homage to the Lady of Blades! Wander about a bit, and you'd doubtless be able to see anything and anyone if you look hard enough. It's been written this place is a waypoint between anywhere and anyone, and even though it's doubtless at least half rumor-inflated nonsense I've seen enough for myself to know it must be part fascinating truth as well!"
Cue a discreet gesture at... well, everyone and everything (politely excepting the woman herself, of course). "Such richness and diversity, how could it not be gathered to grandness?"