Greatwater Lake Empty chairs at empty tables

He broke from his revierie as a voice called out to him. He turned to see the speaker, and was faced with an inverted version of his mother. He gaped at her for a moment, before mentally shaking himself and grinning at her. Hello, fair lady, He greeted her, his smug and confident gentleman mask slipping into place. Am I in your way? She had greeted him cordially enough, but he had met with too many smiling masks hiding snakes to be certain of her sincerity. He could not smell her from here, and was uncertain of her allegiance.