Quintus kept his suspicious look but with each drink he took, it faded just a bit. He looked away from Ordhan, staring at the counter. He scoffed at the mention of the city guards, “Sorry bastards?” He repeated for a second before continuing, “Sounds like you knew more than just a handful.” The man took a sip from his drink and set it down. He was half-way through the tall glass already. There was a slight glaze over his faded blue eyes.
He wondered if the man beside him wanted anything. While it was rare for people to just be generous, it was common enough to be possible that the man simply wanted to share his happiness with someone. Quintus wondered why that happiness wasn’t being shared at The Pearl. That was the best price for company. He didn’t say anything, not because he didn’t want to converse but he just couldn’t think of anything to say. In result, he simply continued to sip at his drink leaving the next bit of conversation to be led by the man.