He turned his gaze toward his brother and the lanky looking fellow, his hand still cradling the pipe and his teeth gripping the mouthpiece, he gave a nod and repeated the greeting, "Shabbat Shalom. I am Uriel Meijer." He shook the man's hand.

He lowered his lashes and observed his older brother's expression for a moment before Zech disappeared. Uriel moved to sit down, folding his long body onto the settee, not really trying to connect any dots if they were there since he would never care about such things. He continued with the pipe since it was keeping him from grinning like a fool at his good fortune when he had yet to bring up the subject of his own life.