ale reached his lips happily. it was stronger then he was use to, having a familiar kick to it. enough to soothe nerves and leave him actually relaxing in his chair that seemed mostly made of stag antler’s. blue eyes gently turned to the other, a mix of curiosity with a few other emotions. the lord’s head turned as he ignored the babble of his court and other noble’s around him.
“ you look capable with a sword, “ he’d start, his body lifting from his chair and pouring a cup of ale for the other. “ but, i need honesty. “ his fingers pushed the cup over to him, gaze settling on him gently. “ is this ale good? “
