"Haha, excellent stuff guys. The bag was a nice touch but you gave yourselves away too easily. I mean really Erik, did you forget who taught you that hold?" The young mercenary who had played the role of his 'captor' looked down at his feet embarrassed. Seeing him downcast, Djonn laid a hand on the youngster's shoulder and passed him the glass of ale he had been given. "Well don't get so down and out about it boy, this is supposed to be a party isn't it?"

The raucousness of the pub provided him his answer as another glass of ale was thrust into his hands. He walked amongst the Bacchic displays put on by his fellow mercenaries and set the frothing glass down on the first open tablespace he could find. He danced from group to group, putting in a few words here, a joke there, and generally doing his best to be a good sport as he made his way to the counter. As he sidled up to the bar Talia placed a steaming mug on the counter along with a small plate piled up with cabbage fritters. Djonn had found that in his years here they were perhaps the only worthwhile item this place sold, though their tea wasn't the worst he'd ever had. 

"I saw you making your way over here after they handed you those drinks. Tea's made the way you like it and I even threw in a couple extra fritters for you considering you're the only person who appreciates my cooking." Talia smiled warmly as Djonn slid a gold coin across the counter with one hand and took a sip with the other. As usual the tea was watery, but there was enough honey intermixed to give it *some* flavor.

Djonn chuckled after setting his mug back on the counter, "How long have I been coming in here for that I'm this predictable?"

Talia furrowed her brow as she tried to recall, "Only nearly every other day or so for the past two years, and you aren't exactly a difficult man to read mister Kolthus. Though I must admit you put on a good show for a teetotaler, you almost look like you have fun at these things."

"Well we all have our appearances to keep Talia. Thank you for the tea and food." Djonn had noticed that a couple White Guard had left the bar already and figured that he would follow suit. He wrapped the remaining fritters in a handkerchief, grabbed his mug of tea, and carefully maneuvered his way out of the oppressive bar atmosphere and into the clearer night air. There he found another one of the younger guardsmen, Adele her name was, propped up against the wall. The sounds of inside dulling behind him as the door closed, he raised his mug in a wave and walked over to them.

"I thought I was supposed to be the antisocial one at parties, I'd expect a young lass like you to be having a ball in there. you're Adele right?" noticing fellow polearm enthusiast and dinosaur Ramzi next to her Djonn quipped, "Sorry Ramzi old friend I didn't notice you there. Us team ancients need to stick together, though if you're also assigned to this pleasure cruise of a job I think The Captain may be subtly telling us its time to retire." 

Searching for an empty patch of wall of his own near the small group, Djonn closed his eyes and sighed deeply, taking in the night's calm through the throbbing noise coming from the other side of the wall. Opening his eyes again he looked back to the two and fumbled a bit not sure what to do. Finally deciding he unfurled his handkerchief and held out the still warm pile of fried dough to them. "Care for a fritter? I swear they aren't as atrocious as the other things they serve at this place."