Of all the other "heroes" in the temple, Albel gravitated toward Vincent. What could he say, he was drawn to another man with a metal gauntlet. It looked pretty permanent too, like his own, and that seemed like a good minority.

Of course, even Albel's levels of "friendly" weren't the normal society's defined level of "friendly."

"You." Albel pointed outright at Vincent. "What is your name?"