"Yeah... I like, barely understand what is going on?"

"It's not very well organized! I'm amazed they got that many people to show up in the right place at the right time at all. Especially since it's so hard to find a good place to stay in Westcrown at the moment, where're you kipping?"

Quirze doesn't quite notice the direction this conversation is going in, but he's feeling something.  Unfortunately he is distracted by the troubles this question reminds him of!

"Yeah, uh, the cheapest Inn I could find, and they are still charging me a silver and 5 coppers a day.  I came at the last possible moment, troubles in my county and stuff to keep an eye on, so I think I'm getting ripped off.  And they don't seem to have any housing accommodations for nobility, major or-" he tries to force a smile "-minor like me."

"Oh, well, any noble seems fancy to a guy like me," smiles Raimon. "At least you found an inn. I heard some guy talking about sleeping in a fellow's courtyard. There'd be no privacy."

Wait... is this one of those conversations?  He smiles back, more naturally, in case it is.

But he doesn't know how exactly this works on the material plane.

"Yeah, I figure privacy and somewhere soft is about all you need right?  I guess I might have to find something fancier if I need to talk to other nobles there... or bring anyone else back with me."

Too strong?  Quirze has no idea!  And it's not like Axis with it's neat little tucked away but still visible cues (at least in the districts Quirze favored).

"Oh, I'm not fancy. I live on the road when I'm not being a convention delegate, camping out, with a waystation in sight if I'm lucky."

Maybe he's not being flirted with?  Or maybe flirting on the material is subtler than that?  Quirze stops looking through the delegates gradually leaving to look at Raimon more closely.  He'll play it cool so he doesn't embarrass himself.

"I know how to make camp if I need to, my father made sure I knew.  And my manor has seen better days... Archmage Naima didn't quite fully elaborate on what conditions my lands were in before offering the resurrection."

"That must be rough, I bet you've had the most stressful time these last few months."

Okay, he's more sure again.  Let's see if he can destress!

"Yeah, you know, remembering how people on the material do stuff.  Like for fun.  You know."

Did he leave all his game behind on Axis?  He can do better!

"It's been quite a dry spell... of lack of fun."

And now he's just being an idiot.  Maybe this... he sees the holy symbol, now having somehow over looked it at first... Calistrian finds that charming?

He's still smiling, at any rate, and they've now gotten through the doors and out onto the street where they can get space from the other delegates yet he's still walking pretty close. "Do they not let you have any fun in Axis? You poor thing, I hope you remember how."

And now he is really sure!

"Axis was great actually!  It's just the rules there are so different.  The freedom from the limitations and duties of the material means you can find a lot of people more open to a lot of fun."

Then he remembers Calistrian, which means this man might want money?  Which is totally fair, except Quirze is short on it, at least by nobility standards.

Thinking of reasons why he can't have a nice fun quick hookup reminds him why he was waiting around in the first place.  His voice becomes dull.

"At the moment though, I'm waiting on, er, looking for someone.  You wouldn't happened to have seen a bronze skinned delegate.  Like really bronze.  Like Golem-human hybrid bronze."

"- I think I saw one but didn't say hello."

"Yeah, I need to talk to her.. especially before I can get to any fun stuff."

"Well, I wouldn't want you to tick her off if she's expecting you, she looked scary."

"She's not exactly expecting me, I'm not even sure she knows who I am.  She's the elected from my county... the 'Martell Alçat' and quite infamous there."

"Business before pleasure, eh?"

"I mean, no guarantee it won't be a pleasure.  That bronze skin is pretty nice.  But yeah, I need to figure out an arrangement with her that doesn't end in her assassinating me or me hanging her for outlawry."

"Can't have that. Well, I'm Raimon Pages, if you ever find a reason to call for me across a crowd one day." Wink.

"And I'm Count Quirze Zacarías Espino y Aspramunt, but don't bother with all that, Quirze is fine.  Or for you, just Zee."

He winks back.  He isn't a hundred percent sure of a wink's meaning on the material plane, but he thinks he gets the vibe.

"And yeah, depending on how my discussion with her goes, I might need a break or some destressing."

Raimon licks his lips. "Well, hope for the best but plan for the worst, I hear it said. I'll see you around, Zee." And he melts into the crowd.