Henry tilts his head, studying the new arrival covered in dirt and blood, it's a look he's seen before, many a time over hundreds of years. The look of the battle weary.

He fills his glass again and takes a sip before walking over.

Henry looks to be a man of around 25, with shaggy, artfully messy hair, sunglasses low on his nose.

"You look like you need to take a load off, or several perhaps."