"Hah!" Rhydian leapt up and shouted, grinning and sloshing just a little beer. "Good eye, you -"
He cut himself off when he realized who he was yelling at, not that he expected Lennox could hear, or that he would care one way or another. ... Would he? He would have to find that out. It was probably going to be an important criterion. He sniffed, took another long drag off his beer as he regained his composure, and found the gall to smirk at Fergus and exaggerate to the point of criminality. "You can hardly blame him. He is up against the most formidable lineup in roughly three hundred years."