Wayland Who-Weathers-the-Storm, Adren Uktena Philodox of the Awoken Dreamers. Pleasure's all mine.

[ he'll shake, he knows that trick (!), and offers them a smile in kind. ] Kind of a... real let down to be brought here. We were meant to stop the apocalypse, after all.

[ he looks away, head a little low ] Guess we can do from here. Rally ourselves together, yeah?