"It has," Cecil smiles, inviting himself to take a seat beside him. Nothing ever does get past Golbez, so he shouldn't be too surprised his sneak attempt failed. He'll just make a mental note to try harder next time.

"Care to try this wine? It's some of Treno's finest, or so I've been told." He offers the glass he'd been drinking from. It wouldn't hurt for Golbez to loosen up a little, after all. "I know remaining in Troia didn't suit you, but you're always welcome to drop by and say hello, you know."