Weird that it was spurred by your drugs, [ Claude says thoughtfully, reaching for a couple of bottles and staring pensively at them, though it's difficult to tell if he's thinking about the drugs, or if he's thinking about the drink he's about to make. ] I thought it would be spurred largely by things that weren't actively brought here. When I had a vision of my own, I asked the shopkeeper about the tapestry, and she said that she didn't recall stocking any such thing.

[ He gives the drink a hefty pour over ice in a shaker, and begins to shake it up, a steady ratta-tat-tat as he works. ]

My going theory is that they're visions of a past life. Did he tell you what he saw? [ Claude flutters his lashes at Manjiro. ] If he did, that tale is safe with your local barkeep.