Felix sits down beside him and sips the beer he's handed. It elicits a bit of a grimace, though on balance he dismisses the quality and just drinks. If this is what passes for beer in this man's realm, he'll deal with it.

"Me?" He laughs. "No. Not at all. Just a curious mage. Tell me," another slug of beer, because whatever the taste he does need it, "when you died, what do you remember? After the fatal wounds and all that. How did you get here?"