Starglow Basin that long black cloud is comin' down

The man from Verapaz was amicable to a possible reunion. It appeared Riddle's escort had reached a limit; but he was courteous enough as the stranger jostled at him, and with a grin Riddle watched as they turned and departed. He did not linger long himself—what point was there, without company? There were places to be, people to meet, and stories to tell.

Off he'd go, then.