Draku would look to the new comer as she joined this particularly odd sight of rag tags at the bar. Back in his time he would have anticipated a tavern brawl between the likes of these lot, his gaze shifting between each of the mortals that sat here with him on this night, but he just didn't get that feeling here with them. 

They all walked different paths in life, this he could tell by just laying eyes upon them, but something drew them all here on this particular evening.

Draku would get lost in his thoughts again, attempting to put together the unknown reason, hoping the bartender went to take the new arrivals order. 

Ever since reincarnating in this era and discovering their version of Dragon Herb, Draku had seemingly lost himself to thought at every given moment. 

Perhaps it had to do with being revived into a time where nobody actually knew him or the deeds he committed before this time, affecting his entire reincarnation completely due to the lack of extra information about who and where he was, but he felt something about this revival differed from his others; not quite knowing how to put his finger on it. 

One thing he knew for certain was that he didn't waste a single moment pondering the bigger picture and questioning every random moment that occurred in his life. His true purpose on a world which still remained cloaked in mystery. All he had were random memories, some he could swear weren't his at all, but memories that helped him gain control of his power and his sense of true self. 

A hero to the people who had none.

Draku would open his eyes, remembering where he was before shaking his head and rising to his feet. He needed some fresh air and a smoke.