Hastur reached out to accept the handshake, but stopped for a moment, wiped it off on his coat, and then shook. You sure feel strongly about it, eh? he says, downing his drink in anouther gulp, and calling for anouther. Wonder what for they got all them gaurds? Must be something plenty important too be sure. While waiting for his drink, Hastur pulls out a long pipe and a pouch filled with some crushed up powder, fills his pipe, lights it, and then inhales from deeply. He pauses to blow a pretty smoke ring, but the sight was somewhat detracted from by the hacking smoker's caugh that followed it. Want a light? Hastur says to elebon, offering him the pouch. I'm sure i've anouther pipe with me in here somewhere. My name's Hastur, by the way.