"Crowley." He tips his head in greeting and takes another sip of ale. From what he can recall, the name's new to him, although the message of unrest is not new.

John looks around for a moment, takes in the rest of the patrons, and then returns his attention to Crowley. "John Blake," he says, though he doubts his name will be any more recognizable in this kingdom. Being an adventurer often comes with accolades and attention, but as John's not very interested in that, he's managed to keep a somewhat low profile.

"And you have no particular destination in mind?"