Dion casts his eyes about with idle hope he may yet spot someone else familiar. He lifts his shoulder in a shrug and wonders if there might be something alcoholic in his drink after all.

"I confess to some relief. I am not given to remaining idle for long." Dion glances down at his drink and swirls the remaining liquid inside. "There is still much I have to atone for and so, if it is possible that I can aid another realm in its plight, then I shall do so. "