Vengarl's taciturn nature was of no surprise to Naveen at this point. The man cut a certain image, and far be it from him to poke at slumbering memories. It was with an impressed laugh that he watched the knight down his drink, merely sipping at his. It was not a race, after all.

Besides, if the issue of payment presented himself, Naveen wished to savor this small luxury. "You speak as if a man of experience, Vengarl." Another sip, fixing him with a curious grin.

"Should I be assuming that you were similarly..." Naveen bent his hand back and forth, searching for the word, "Afflicted?"