Roald smiled, the lad was headed the same way as he.  Toward adventure, booze, women, hopefully a generous fortune, albeit for a better and more pressing reason.  "No soul huh, folk have said the same about me." he replied, though the kid did have that look about him.  Didn't seem to be a jest for Daniel as it was for him.

Roald didn't have too much trouble keeping pace with the lad, he was used to moving quick from scouting about, but he did find it difficult to keep up with the full sized youth who set a proper pace while also keeping his drink divided between his glass and his belly.  While the lad explained a bit about himself and his situation Roald dealt with the pressing matter of that drink.

Belching after downing it rather quickly he replied, "Unscrupulous, dirty, soulless, in search o' real money an' dishonest work.  Pleasure ta make your acquaintance an' you was right on all accounts.  I'm lookin' for work, I'm a abhuman, and one a them flyers is surely ours."

The lad is almost too big for it but Roald moves to grab a hold of the lad who was leading and pull him just off toward an alley as they continue on.  Daniel could resist easily if he'd a notion to but as Roald continues on, assuming the lad followed mostly of his own volition, he explains between robust burps.

"Skies been busy of late, docks are sure to be full an' flowin' through with folk," he peeks around corners, continuing to speak to the lad who is hopefully with him, "If'n you really ain't got no soul we should stick together.  Word gets 'round fast out here.  Lot of low folk like me heard about the Traders comin' into town.  Folk might be lookin' for ya, shouldn't be lookin' for me but if they see me I might be in a spot.  Got duties here I ain't real keen on seeing to, ya hear me lad?"