"It's once again probably for the best. You're obviously not interested in getting me drunk, anyway." Teased the King's golly, pausing to remove his damp, rained on coat before taking his assigned seat with a coy sort of grin, "It wouldn't really be conductive to business."

Corwynn relaxed into the chair, resisting the urge to prop his feet up on the table, less-whole left hand straying to brush some unruly curls from his weathered features,

"Tell me, how much do you know about the Drain?" The blond's question was likely weighted, for he was both curious about outside knowledge as well as interested in if the Chroven had ever provided assistance in their work.