[ Hector can't help but smile a little wryly at that. His title was the only thing people knew him by, traveled farther than his little mortal legs could ever carry him, came with tell of deeds that he most definitely couldn't have pulled off alone. But Tyria treated him like a boogeyman, a force of nature--and now here he was, wishing his profile was just as low, because at the end of the day? He'd been brought in to deal with dragons.

Because of course he was.

When Kaveh puts his glass down, Hector grabs the bottle of sake and refills it, before refilling his own. Because as far as he's concerned, they're just two guys who absolutely don't have a problem, or anything. ]

I guess I am.

[ He turns in his seat to face Kaveh more fully. ]

Found myself here--well, here-- [ He means Rhyme. Not Kanshi. He gestures vaguely in the air to signify the difference. ] --not long before the storms started. [ ... ] I think this is the longest I've been without a drink in a long time.