[ TOWEL ] The storm was sudden and still raging, many of the attendees soaked through their gowns and finery. Gerome's own feathered cape has lost its luster, but his attire isn't his priority. It's handing out towels to those in need. "Here." He offers one now to a taciturn looking man and as he does he notices the glint of a bracelet and charms. Without thinking about it, he asks, "Are you collecting the charms?"
The charms seem the least of anyone's concern with this storm but he's already brought up the topic. Gerome offers one of his turtle charms. "If you are."
Fortunately, Greil did indeed manage to make it back to where most of the ball-goers had retreated, even if his only set of clothes got a little soaked. It’s nothing he hasn’t dealt with in the past, and he’s not one to get sick so easily from a bit of water.
Nonetheless, when he is offered a towel from a young man, he takes it gratefully.
“Me? It certainly isn’t the first thing on my mind right now. But I can indulge.” With a deft hand he removes a turtle charm of his own and places it in the man’s palm. Their turtles are of slightly different colors, Greil notices. “Thanks, young man.”