Joshua actually grinned further when his hand was seized in a vice-like grip. Though it was certainly painful, and impressive, he was always one to give as much as he got. As to her questioning of his position as a priest (something he made no particular effort to hide, except for the removal of his robes official insignia.) he had no comment. Though the querying of armour was of interest to him, considering he had acquired an iron breast-plate many years prior and took to wearing it under his robes when he expected trouble. Armour suited a big man like himself, he couldn’t move out the way of attacks all that quickly any-how, but he had the strength to carry a skin of iron like it were nothing, and it could very well save his life.

“I’d be glad to wear some of your armour, assuming it’s a little better worn than whatever made that mess.” He nodded at the damage to the inn with an easy smile. Any further conversation was cut off as the Orch, after he devoured a huge meal in a disturbing amount of time, entered conversation with the elf. The human was only half listening at this point, more interested in filling his belly he looked around the tavern, until he was being talked to again.

“Oh, sounds good to me.” Joshua replied with genuine gratitude, he was never one to turn down a free meal. “What’s this going on at the keep then?” He asked, only a short while later, the last remnants of a bread roll still in one hand as he followed the Elf back to the keep, retracting his steps from only a short while earlier, acutely aware that this was cutting into his relatively rare free time with only minor irritation.