Rhydian had had to change out of his work clothes, for once, which accounted for most of his delay. When he arrived a few minutes after Fergus, he was looking like he'd run through his closet without much regard for matching and run right out again, which was pretty much what had happened.
"I think I know why you like this place," he said, sitting beside himand leaning his elbows on the bar. "You feel a connection, don't you? You'd have made an excellent sailor, back in the day. Really your type."