At first Orym thinks Verity must be changing subject--and he wouldn't blame him--until he clarifies about his order. The name Ilmater doesn't immediately ring a bell, but from what Verity explains, he can imagine. Before he can respond, the light changes again, and Orym indicates with a nod of his head for Verity to follow him across the street.

"That's...a relief, actually," he says as they walk, glancing up at the flustered tiefling sidelong. "I was worried I'd ruined dinner." His lips curl up briefly, but it's a humorless smile. "I guess you really must have met a lot of people like me, because I don't usually. Talk about him this much, that is."

He can just glimpse their destination another block up, a stone building overgrown with vines nestled between two taller, newer-looking brick buildings on either side.

"So thanks," he says. "I'd really like to, um, learn more about you. I had no idea you were a monk? That's really cool." It explains a few things, too.