Arlo swiftly moved behind Dal, silent and with assurity, he smoothed his moustache and kept his blade tight to his personage. He remembered his vows, remembered all of the assurances of his code, and much like Dal, kept to himself. But instead of sitting at the bar he looked up at the damage that had recently been caused.
"What in blazes, is this common for you knights to cause such vestibles to shudder and shake? I thought I heard something monumental, but, well, rather strange I must say. Flying knights, well, it's a new one to me at least,"
he intoned to himself as he walked around, looking at the knights and squires who drank and made merry here.
His first outing against the ghouls had been a success, and he wished to mingle as part of his transfer to the Knights of Anathaeum
. He was an Enshrined Blade, and was here to learn about the arcane.
But one could learn a great deal by assimiliating the culture
He walked around the room, listening, trying to pick up conversation, and perhaps a way to enter one. He was still a new face. He admired his new comrades, their tenacity of spirit, and the tenacity of their drinking. Unlike Dal, he was a drinker, but for now, drank the remaining wine in his wineskin, and then placed a boot against the wall and looked around. The man knew that he was a stranger, but, he was battle tested, and he had his own mission to perform. To integrate. To consilidate his knowledge. What better place to become more familiar with his comrades than the mess?
Meritorious Charity doesn't apply to buying a round of drinks. And besides, I can't afford to waste funds on drinks for everyone...