Wing

Wing will respect the Monk's stoic silence while they walk to his watering hole of choice; a lower-middle class sort of place with a Seatongue name, roughly translating to The Everful Cup.

Once inside Wing acquires a wallside table and goes to claim a pair of drinks; his a green liqueur in a thin, tubelike glass.

Satisfied that the moderate noise will be sufficient, Wing turns to the other man.

"So, what brings you such a long way from Matashi? It's quite a distance for a man of your age to travel just to catch up with an old friend."