"Sounds fantastic." He has no idea what that is. He takes a step back and offers a stiff half bow - he'd add more flourish if he weren't soaking. "Revel Jackdaw, at your service."

While he waits for Fjord to finish the transaction, Revel steps back and peels off the too-loose tunic he's been wearing. The cafe's stone floor will surely survive the small torrent of water that the tiefling wrings from the fabric. He pulls the shirt back on. It's better than it was, and that is the best he can do for now.