Trafalgar had already greeted too many people.
One after another they kept coming. Nobles, merchants, envoys, people from houses he had never cared about and people who, until recently, would not even have looked at him twice. Now they smiled, bowed, introduced themselves, and acted as if they had always wanted to know him.
It was exhausting. So his answers became shorter. Colder. Dry enough that even the people approaching him could feel he was not in the mood to play along.
