Sindri rolls his shoulders and seems to loosen up a little. He then grips his chin and proceeds to crack his neck to the side. Loudly. Mutiple. Times.

"She said something about finding an old friend and catching up and then left about fifteen minutes ago." He glances over at Alma and then at you and Wyrd. "So, other than your interesting encounter with this Oracle person, rock what-have-you did you get anything out of the Tour?"