Hemlocke had down the entire bottle of sake in one go and smirked at Robert as he talked to the trembling pathetic excuse for a rogue. Turning his gaze to the woman named "Emilie" as she stared at him, giving her a neutral look before turning his attention back to Dixon. "Probably just interested in the robotic eye, most people are when they first see it." He pushed the long wild bangs from the right side of his face, revealing the old robotic eye with a face plate under it, his grizzled face was weary and tired from several battles and the cancer that was currently killing him, still incredibly pale. Staring at Dixon silently for a few moments. "Sake wasn't really that strong, then again very few drinks can knock me on my ass." Hemlocke glanced around the bar at some Hackers and outcasts with an unamused look on his pale face. "Lots of distasteful people here, lack of Rheinbier. But over all a decent festival I suppose, it served it's purpose."