As she spoke, William noticed a smell of the undead, a smell that most could not pickup easily. The type of undead that weren't decaying zombies, was she a lich or vampire? Still, he saw no ill intention of her presence, and it is not like the undead are the biggest threat to this disastrous world, if she is a noble woman as she claims, she is certainly anything but evil. "On call eh?" Drake tilted his head, unsure of what to make of her exactly. "May I have a seat?" He asked, yet he rudely sat down at her table across from her anyway without waiting for a response. "I am William, William Drakkenshire." He said as he pulled down his hood to reveal his pale skin, soft features, and brown eyes that faintly glowed a crimson flame as well as the magic rune that was placed over his left eye. "I don't typically like talking to strangers but seeing you has gotten some hopes up, that is, are you another hero ready to attempt to slay the mighty Faust himself?" He again asked bluntly, it was clear he didn't have much manners. His dusty brown hair would blow in the faint breeze that swept in the bar from the storm outside, some of his hair came down as a bang on the right side of his face.