I hear the stranger's comment and it perks my attention. I look up from my drink and decided this might be a good time to educate the youth. I pick up my drink and move to the young Elenwe.

"You are a strange lad aren't you?" I ask. The knight looks rather perplexed at this old man and his boldness.

"Yes, you are a strange lad indeed. Is this your first name to our little home here?" the old man doesn't give him time to answer.

"Indeed it must be your first trip because an experienced traveler would know what to say. Mind you well an old traveler's advice. Warriors are never "Burly idiots."

Elenwe starts to say something but I immediately cut him off again.

"Those men over there are warriors of the truest kind. Bold men who are battle scarred and learned in the arts of death. Your pretty armor and curly hair make for mockery when put against these brave men. Now, shut up or buy me a drink and let's enjoy each other's company. Perhaps you have a good nursery rhyme to tell for being so fresh from your mother's breast?"