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The man was quick to grasp his hand for a quick shake, prompting the personable smile to leap back to Ehno’s lips. His new acquaintance went on to confirm his earlier suspicions that he hailed from Europe, London specifically. The name was familiar to the Italian, though he had never been there himself. His experience with England was nothing more than a brief night’s stay at one of its ports when he had been sailing with the motley bunch from Santander. Ehno had intended on taking the opportunity to spend more time there on the way back, but as circumstance would have it, he now had a permanent residence here in Nova Scotia. Perhaps this man would be willing to share some of his knowledge of his homeland with the adventure-loving Marino.
Before the old man had even introduced himself, he showed a brief flash of surprised recognition at his surname, continuing on to mention that he had heard of his sibling. “Have you, now? All good things, I’m sure. Savina’s done well in leading our pack here.” There was a touch of surprise to his words, stemming mainly from the assumption he had made that this man was relatively new to this region. He didn’t outright say that he had met her, so he must have bumped into another Dreamer or an acquaintance of hers earlier. It was quite likely to have been the former, considering that not many could have made it this far into Crimson Dreams territory uncontested. This prompted another line of thought to spring to the front of the Italian man’s mind, his ever present curiosity wondering more about this old man. It didn’t seem that souls from Europe choose to make the journey across the Atlantic all that often, and Ehno found himself wondering what his acquaintance’s reasoning could be. “What brings you all the way across the ocean to these parts, sir? An unquenchable thirst for adventure?” he questioned, tone light-hearted. Certainly this man had his fair share of stories to tell.