[By all appearances, Rider was a happy, boisterous drunk who was pressing food and drink on any and all who passed him by. But even still, he was the observant sort. Arno caught his attention when he moved past him like a breeze and then was gone the next second. When he popped back up again a few moments later, Rider began surreptitiously following him with his eyes. Someone moving like that was bound to notice him watching, but his face was even and not at all accusing.
Mostly, Rider was interested. Was that man a spy? Or was he something else? Either way, it was always in his best interest to be nosy. So after a few minutes of observing the other man, he decided the most sensible course of action was also the simplest: he headed straight for him, loudly]
My friend! How are you tonight?
[Yes, a seven foot tall Greek man was now headed right towards Arno, extending his hand for a shake]
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Mostly, Rider was interested. Was that man a spy? Or was he something else? Either way, it was always in his best interest to be nosy. So after a few minutes of observing the other man, he decided the most sensible course of action was also the simplest: he headed straight for him, loudly]
My friend! How are you tonight?
[Yes, a seven foot tall Greek man was now headed right towards Arno, extending his hand for a shake]