You say, 'Hail, Lorreal Songsword'
Lorreal Songsword looks around at his compatriots at the table before turning to you with an apologetic expression, 'Good day to you _____, I hope your [friends] and [family] are proving to be less of an embarrassment to you than mine to me.' Lorreal forces a nervous smile, 'If you're looking for the finest stonework this side of Kaladim then look no further than my wares.'
You say, 'Friends?'
Lorreal Songsword snorts and rolls his eyes, 'Oh yes, friends.' He glares at the others sitting around the table. 'Can't you see I'm simply blessed by the company I've managed to find? To think, I left Surefall seeking wealth to make my brother proud and now I sit in the company of old men and drunken children.'
You say, 'What about family?'
Lorreal Songsword nods, 'Treasure dearly whatever family you may have, friend. I've not gone a day without wanting to return to Surefall to greet Tralo and admit my shortcomings. Even his ridicule would be a comfort after being away so long. Yet here I am, in the company of fools, hawking stoneware to anyone who may want to adorn their home. Please don't let me discourage you from browsing. Every bit gets me one step closer to returning home to throw my success in that arrogant runt's face!'