I found myself being kissed on both cheeks by a tallish man dressed in an exquisitely cut suit of black worsted wool. His long, steel-colored hair hung unbound down to the middle of his back, and he had almond-shaped, preternaturally golden eyes. "Oh come now, Aina. Don’t you recognize me?" I blinked, taken aback by the unexpected intimacy. Then I looked more closely at him. "Lofwyr." I said. "I didn’t expect to see you in such a place. Nor in this guise."