"Have traveled quite a way," Skellig admits as he clasps the man's forearm in return. "A fine vintage would be most appreciated. I am called Sokratis," he says, before reaching for a glass from the tray.

His eyes shift to the patterned linen of the other man's chiton, and the birds that seem to flutter with every slight hint of movement that Ajax makes. It is almost as if they are actually taking flight! Fine craftsmanship indeed.

(What Skellig doesn't entirely realize is that his glances at Ajax's outfit...look also like he is checking him out for other reasons.)

"I have heard many things about this fine house while on the road, and so far I have yet to be disappointed." He lifts his glass in a hint of a toast before he drinks. That is an excellent vintage...