A lot of that goes right over Rosinante's head, but he understands well when respect is due, and gives a shallow bow in return.

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Rosinante," he says, figuring his surname is better left off until he knows who all is actually here. "I'm afraid I've never heard of your sect, but you're right about bureaucracy, from what I understand. Where are you from?"

Having met a handful of people here, he's not actually sure if he hopes any more for a familiar island or sea name. This place makes no sense, people are from far-flung corners of worlds unknown and distant times, and so far he's very alone - but maybe that's for the best.