Draven swirled the last remnants of his drink in his glass, watching the amber liquid catch the dim light of the lanterns. His gray eyes flicked back to Lucavion, sharp and curious.
"You know," he mused, tilting his head slightly, "I haven't heard the name Lucavion before."
Lucavion chuckled softly, as if the statement amused him. "Haven't you?"
Draven scoffed. "If I had, I'd remember it. I make it a habit to keep track of people who might be important later."
Lucavion leaned back, lazily tilting his glass before taking another sip. "Well," he said, voice smooth, "I'm just a wandering swordsman."
Draven let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Tch. It's always the 'wandering' ones," he muttered, resting his chin against his knuckles, "that end up shaking the foundations of a place."
Lucavion smirked, lifting his glass slightly in acknowledgment before downing the rest in one smooth gulp. He set the empty glass down with a soft clink. "You're right on that," he admitted.
