Working through his fourth pastry, the front of his black shirt is now liberally sprinkled with crumbs which he doesn't seem to notice, though he deliberately ignores Rincewind's reaction to his squeaking joint, flushing again briefly. "Well, worth a try. He might show up later on. We always manage to find each other somehow." He goes quiet for a moment, then shakes it off when Rincewind explains. "Englun?" He shakes his head as he gulps some tea. "No. Never heard of it. I'm from Amestris. You know it?"