That got him to listen, sure enough, watching Drake with sharp eyes as the man detailed the powers of the item in question. Indeed that was... quite horrifying.

But for an empath, it'd be impossible to miss the sudden, sharp spike in some feeling at the mention of turning an immortal mortal.

A flash in those gray eyes, a faint twitch of a hand.

"Sounds like a real winner." He finally set down his empty cup.

"Give him the feather. I can't make heads nor tails of it, but if ye think he can manage somethin', then to him it will go."