"Oh, alcohol, sure." Styx considers his own circumstances he's not sure how much he wants to tell this guy. "Some weird meeting with officials of the Human Empire. They could easily have knocked me out, but I feel fine. And they couldn't have taken Arkhai because I would hear the bellowing from here." He's casually trying to give the impression he didn't try poking his nose into every single room to find the orc. That there isn't a sick feeling in his stomach about that right now.

"Anyway, what do you remember? You didn't see anyone, oh about that high-?" (he indicates a height near the ceiling). "-green, solid wall of muscle. Your standard orc really. Fancy armor, probably yelling about honor and his ancestors and making absolutely no attempt at diplomacy."