[ This is the first time since the Summit -- organized by the various factions and rather different in feel -- that Rhy has seen so many of the Summoned in one place. If that place is somewhere between reality and dreams, or whatever the Horizon is, that's fine. The result is the same either way: there are a lot of folks here, and he hasn't met most of them. It's time to remedy that.

After the whole long speech and questions from various others, most of which Rhy spent simply listening to and observing, he is honestly relieved that things seem to dissipate a bit into less of lecture hall and more of an actual gathering. Including, most importantly, alcohol.

The woman serving it would have been enough to draw him closer on her own, but when she is surrounded by liquor too -- well, how is a fellow supposed to resist?

Rhy approaches the table with a confident stride and dashing smile, dressed richly in reds and golds (sans the ostentatious coat, at least); the sign of The Lovers is embossed on the pins on either side of the decoration of his shirt, and the buttons on his shirt and wide belt are all in the shape of little gold suns.

He leans in to examine the drinks on offer, peering up at the bartender through his long, dark lashes. ]

Are you the one to thank for the refreshments?

And are you willing to tell what's in the bowl, or must I find out by drinking rather than asking?