Bjoric resisted the urge to hurl more insults in the direction of the archer, but his weariness from the boat ride prevented him from coming up with anything. He settled for letting out a grunt before returning to his drink as he waited for his food to arrive. 

Before the food arrived, the large man from the table sat beside him. He let out a chuckle at his greating. "I may be older lad, but that dunee make me old." He held out a large callous hand. "Bjoric, order yourself something, it's on the stick." he finished by gesturing to the archer.