[ He smiles, pleased to have some company. Not that the bartender wasn't a fine companion, but it's not the same as having someone to share a drink with. And maybe he can get to know more of those brought to this place, like he was.
He's about to return the handshake and at the name he suddenly hesitates, the smile dropping from his lips. The man doesn't look like any Osborn Fandral might know, but the wariness is there. All the same, he shakes the offered hand, thought with less enthusiasm than he'd felt a moment ago. ]
Fandral. Of Asgard.
[ He's watching to see if that stirs any reactions in this man with an unfortunate name. ]
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He's about to return the handshake and at the name he suddenly hesitates, the smile dropping from his lips. The man doesn't look like any Osborn Fandral might know, but the wariness is there. All the same, he shakes the offered hand, thought with less enthusiasm than he'd felt a moment ago. ]
Fandral. Of Asgard.
[ He's watching to see if that stirs any reactions in this man with an unfortunate name. ]