Dawyn shakes hands all round with a reasonably firm grip, her smile increasingly more normal. <“And hearty greetings to you as well!”> She replies to Treb in gnomish, delighted to find a fellow speaker.

Greeting the others in common, she takes a look at the group, then over her shoulder. “I believe you’re correct about Mr Ackworth. There was something of a oration taking place. I didn’t quite catch it, though, too caught up in those rocks.” She pauses to gesture back out to sea. “You all saw them, I imagine? The Fingers of Dawn? Majestic, truly. I wonder at their creation. I’d suspect erosion of some pre-existing rocks but to culminate in such a striking pattern? Uncanny! It reminds me a little of the Servant’s Cluster back home which...” Dawyn continued outlining her thoughts pending interruption.