Bran frowned briefly at suddenly being the one who trailed behind, but then again it was probably for the best since he'd be able to hear anyone who might be planning on attacking from the back. Besides, James knew the way to this... well, to wherever they were going. He was silent the entire time, and that didn't change once they reached the wine shop.
He found himself an isolated corner and sat, taking a drink of water once the others had their turn, and then he simply leaned his head back against the wall and listened to Erik. As much hostility as there sometimes was between them, he really was the closest thing he had to a friend.