( He watches, skin twitching at the scent and display of magic; he's become acclimatised out of necessity and continuity of exposure, but he's not happy about it. The weather can't seem to decide on how it wants to be, at turns muggy, to chill, to misting. )

Happy to let you act the role if you're already planning to!

( Eventually, on reaching the old man, Licyn only shakes his head. He doesn't smell familiar, doesn't sound familiar, and has a taint of magic to him, but he thinks most things here would. )

Don't remember him from anything. You planning to chat him up?