Ali had heard of Hunters of the Horn. Many of them were braggarts and boisterous, but others were dangerous and sly, using subterfuge to find what they sought. If you asked Ali the Horn of Valere was just an old wive's tale made up to amuse the masses like his little sisters back on the farm. 

Perhaps Ali wasn't as innocent as some might think, but he was a particularly bad liar. His eyes widened as large as he dared let them when Mave gave them a fake name, and he cleared his throat as if he had something caught in it before he could spit his alias out. "Darian. Erm, I'm an Andorman and this is...Kashvi is my..." He looked at her for help and she caught his eye, her brow lowering and her eyes indicating to say whatever. 

"She's my fiance." He said, causing Mave to blush, which in turn had him doing the same. "We met at a festival back home in Caemlyn, one thing led to another." 

Before the two of them could speak again, the husky fellow clapped them both on the shoulder, smiling as widely as a cawing crow. "Congratulations, my new friends. Glad you snatched her up because she's a real beauty, my boy. So! I see you two have heard the rumors eh?" 

"Uh, we've heard a few...? What-which rumor are you referring to, exactly?" Ali said. The man was bumbling and jovial enough to keep speaking it seemed. He barked a laugh and elbowed Ali, shoving the breath out of his tall form. "You know! The horn..." He began to suddenly whisper as if anyone who had already been listening would stop now. "They say the Horn is in Illian near the Palace. Here or the Stone of Tear are the two top stories so I hear. Good thing too. Taking a trip to Tear might be easy if you board an Illian ship or with the Sea Folk."