Ardbert is walking into an antique store? Well signs that he's been shopping are certainly at hand. There's a net sack, handles held in one hand and slung over a shoulder. He's not with his primary weapon today; most shops would turn him away from entry if he had that thing. In the sack are a variety of bags which were obviously purchases. Some of them can actually even be discerned; a box of nails for instance. Sanding paper. A can of varnish? He catches the sound of his name as the door's opened and hunts for the source. There, a fellow Warrior of Light. He grins, stepping in and getting out of the entrance so others to enter or leave can do so. And---

Oh wait, right. This is Elidibus. But still he grins and speaks in a very pleasant tone.

"Hello again.. Irhya wasn't it? What brings you in here?"

What brings him in here more likely. But surely that can wait? 'Ardbert' draws closer to the miqo'te. He seems to be hale and hearty. His first night of arrival and the winter weather have done no lasting harm and there's no sign of new ailments. Thank Tataru and Lahabrea for their guiding lessons and hints regarding mortal routine.