The apple cider is something that interests him, as it is a combination of flavors that he has not found himself tasting before. The spices are vaguely familiar, reminds him of the chai. But then the fruit and the spice...

Skellig is swirling it in his glass.

"I have faith we will find him, when the time is correct." He sips more of the cider. "Once we have been properly outfitted." A smirk. "And rested here."