Tranio grunts, and with his empty hands runs them beside his head, pulling his hair back over his ears. There are tangles form his time in the crow's nest, and he does not look as smooth as he hopes he does.
"Yes," he says to Aremus. "Good idea."
He approaches Lord Drylund. "Milord," he begins with an elaborate bow, "it's a pleasure to see you again. Would you be willing to favour us with your company for a drink?"