Derakis finishes the last slice of bread and gulps down the last swallow of the fine milk. Setting the glass down he sits back for a moment, quite content.
His attention shifts once again to the Gondorian at the fireplace. Deciding he would like to see someone from his homeland, he stands and walks over to the fireplace.
When he reaches the stranger, he speaks in a soft, low voice. "Excuse me. Am I right in presuming that you are from Gondor? I am Derakis, son of Titus, and I would enjoy sharing the company of another man from my homeland."
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