As the scene unfolding before Adrian, he could feel a lump building in his throat. As the brick of the man walked over to the bar, Adrian's hand slowly reached for his dagger, which was in his belt loop, under his cloak, but it was soon obvious that the man meant no harm, and even paid for another drink for Adrian. Adrian flashed a nervous smile. Adrian turned around in his stool, and drank from his first honeymead, attempting to get use to the taste. "By the explosion, and the number of alarm bells being used, it's probably some sort of accident on one of the Empire's ships." Adrian said, taking another sip. Adrian was starting to feel the effects of his beverage, and he swayed his head slightly. As the man who had sat beside Adrian asked the mercenary's name, Adrian tilted his head, to look at the man. He was waiting for an answer to. Surely, someone has impressive looking and intimidating as this man had some sort of famous name.