Hemlocke gave him a sly smirk and shook his hand, leaning back upright from his heel. "If you say so, I have heard of you. Shiny Scyllas leave an impression in the minds of fickle rogues. Sometimes they start talking about it openly." He crossed his arms and sighed at the comment of how he looked. "Only reason I need a drink is to keep from bashing someone's head in, I get rowdy when sober." Hemlocke motioned for Dixon to follow to the bar, walking quietly as he eyed the patrons of Morioka. "They really only have Sake here, atleast from what i've seen and what the other rogues brought, what drink do you fancy, Robert?" Hemlocke took a seat at the bar counter, leaning his cheek on his left fist as he watched Dixon.