Graeme smiled grimly at Drake - only to remember he was wearing a mask and so he wouldn't see it anyway. He elected for a quick downwards nod. 

The cold chill disappeared now. Strange, on a hot day such as this Graeme was usually covered in a light film of sweat - metal bracers and under-armour weren't very breathable under a heavy cloak. Graeme was growing impatient with the hooded man a short distance away - where he came from, not accepting a greeting, even in a time of conflict, was a disrespect higher than betrayal. "If you have nothing to hide, take it...stranger."