Conor listened as the song swelled and then died off. He thought about clapping, but it seemed like the wrong thing to do in that moment. Even if it was a beautiful song.
A small smile playing on his face, he swept into an equally graceful bow. Conor was only recently removed from the Old World, and he hadn't forgotten his manners. (He just mostly chose to ignore them, they never seemed to be needed with most of this crowd.) The tent was cold enough to make most creatures shiver and want to leave immediately, but for Conor, it was like home. He needed to come here more often.
"A little of both, perhaps," he answered, rising again. He took her hand and gave it a firm shake. "I'm Conor, I care for the Ice Garden. You picked a hell of a time to join up, though thankfully it's not usually this bad."