”I can see the family resemblance,” he said casually. His eyes lingered near her collar, or perhaps he was looking at her earrings. ”Your family used to be a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight am I correct?” He tapped his chest where her visitor’s badge was located. It was missing her destination. Perhaps his team wasn’t doing such a good job after all. ”May I ask what business you have here tonight Ms. Phora?"

”Healer Rastrick,” He turned to the man who had just approached them. If he remembered correctly, this was the healer he had run into at orientation. ”Not particularly. I enjoy more… rubicund beverages.” He smiled at the young man. It was a tight lipped smile, the type that didn't show teeth. ”But I'm afraid it's a little to early in the day for that sort of thing. I am glad you ran into you. I would like to say thank you for your help with the orientation debacle.” He feigned a sweep of the Atrium with his eyes. ”They did an exceptional job cleaning up the mess.”