"Well," Hori said, taking a sip of his tea and staring off into the distance "I was born in the North, then I traveled to many places: South, East, and even a little to the west. There was one time when I went very far south....but the only thing I can tell you about that trip was that I obtained that Idol Dargnin has from it: The man who lead the expedition swore me to secrecy."
Drake arched a brow. "Hm. Yeah, I'd definitely call that well-traveled."
"But then again, that's what I signed up for when I went on an expedition with Sir Gisburn of Pikeston."
"Don't have the pleasure," Drake said dryly, but at least Hori's impression of the man was pretty clear. A newcomer came in, but Drake hadn't a moment to look at her face before she all but collapsed.
“Someone get me a drink.” A strangely familiar voice groaned. “...Please.”
Drake, of course, answered that call promptly, dropping a gold coin on the counter and telling Agnar, in regards to the lady's drink, "It's on me."
Then, curiosity getting the better of him, he gave a friendly smile and an "excuse me" to Hori and went over to Morwyn. He'd know that scent anywhere. Marks.
But he decided to start out casual. "Rough day traveling, m'lady?"