[ William's expression is sweet as Rafa draws close, his smile amused when there are hands at his waist. The only tick in his expression is when the light changes, but it's there and then gone, a trick of the imagination. Magic does not exist here, so the people of this Kingdom do not see it when it is right in front of them. ]

I do not venture much beyond the walls.

[ He is not a diplomat. He has not been sent further than the edges of his territory. And Hagan is cold and often inhospitable. But there are times where he cannot stomach the oppressive nature. That is how he knows where to go now.

There is laughter as he's tugged along, William only pausing occasionally to show the right direction. ] There is a tavern close by. We could stop for a drink if you'd like. [ It is a busy and dark place. And William is not often recognised. ]