"Hm, and in that we are of like mind then, stranger." A graceful, formal bow, as Giovanni joins Maglor on his rooftop - a little too graceful to be human.

"So! Maglor I am, and this is my humble roof. Be well come to Asgard, sir, and this small domicile." Maglor knows well the benefits of making allies, especially with war on their doorstep, he can no longer afford to walk the road he has for the last three thousand years, the quiet watcher in the shadows.