Drysyval was enjoying nice conversation with friends until somebody rudely interrupted him. The man didn't even see 'pardon me', as he cut Drysyval short. All he said was 'Greetings', and then asked for directions. Drysyval would smile and nod at the man, but he would have preferred a bit nicer of an intrusion. 

" Uhhh, sure. I don't think that I'm the best person to go to, as I'm not directly associated with the College, but I don't mind giving you directions. Where is it you need to go? It is rare to see students as old as you attending the College, but it is never to late to start studying magic. They also usually have someone show you around the school, but it is fairly late. "

Drysyval apologized to his friends, wished them a good night, and stood up from where he was sitting. Even if the man was just asking for directions, Drysyval would probably just end up bringing him there physically. It was much easier than giving directions verbally, and probably faster than writing them out. Hopefully, this would be over and done with soon, and he could lay his head somewhere for the night.

He also hoped that his friends wouldn't be too upset that he had to retire for the night, but they probably weren't.

Probably.