Druce, after a long moment of going through the lines, silently brainstorming, his almost complete motionlessnes interrupted only by brief sips from his mead, looks into Eriksson's eyes for a second, then closes them and nods his head in agreement. Then he turns his head to Gregory and awaits his reaction.
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Many moments passing, Druce returns to the spot he was with the others, noticing a few stray beads on the ground near the trash bin, and Sequoia with two other people talking something about the drink being made from Zoners, apart from other ingredients. Not really knowing them, but recalling their facec from their applications, walks up to them.
"Psst, dinnae trust th' lass. 'Tis not Zoners, but OSC chaps we pick up headin' ta Shetland" he grins and salutes with two fingers from his forehead to both of the new faces. "Th' names Druce. Welcome aboard!"