The man hesitated, apparently unsure if it was he who was being summoned. After what seemed a moment's thought, he rose and crossed the crowded common room to join Matau at his table. He seemed surprised to have been noticed.
Matau gestured to the seat next to him, which the man promptly took. "Your companions seem to have forgotten you," Matau said, trying to sound amiable. He never was good at conversation; in the Wild, words weren't much needed. The man had a rather unsettled look about him, as though he was drastically out of his element. Matau could most assuredly sympathize.
"I apologize if I interrupted your repose, but we seem to be in something of the same situation. Am I correct in saying that you are not from around here?" The man nodded, his face rather red. "Pardon me," Matau said, suddenly remembering to not remain nameless; "I am Matau. What are you called?"
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