Ambrose gave them a slight, guarded nod of acknowledgement. They did not wish to invite conversation if they could discourage it, but there was also no sense in being rude without cause. Rude was memorable, and they knew they were already hard enough to forget as it was.
Their luck abandoned them here, however, for the man came to sit near them, taking perch on another bench. He took a long draught from the pipe, then breathed out through his nose. Thick, billowing plumes of smoke wreathed his face, almost for longer than Ambrose thought possible.