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Lacking an exposed face for impressed or otherwise pleased expression, a rather animated 'halt' upon his waltz was garnished with a head-tilt and 'Mmn!' escaping his helm. "All of the above and more, my adoring countryman.. -" Stopping himself, he unsheathes a mina with a slight-of-hand.. casting it carelessly over his shoulder towards the port with a pompous shrug. "Nix thine aspects of chasing wealth." Stepping forward, a pair of minas rolled onto the tips of his pinched fingers, waggling them back and forth rather rudely in front of the well-dressed man's visage. "Might thou be interested in granting a tour to a newly arrived?"