Crom sighed and took another gulp from his wine bottle. Soah was clearly not happy. He remained where he was, but made no hostile movement as the young man approached him. Crom pondered Soah's question for a moment. He wasn't really sure who he thought he was anymore. He was once a knight of Esterl, a man of honor. But those days were long passed. Now he was little more than a wanderer. He looked up at the young man after considering his reply for a moment. "An old drunk. And a traveler, like yourself." He said the words without even a hint of aggression. He was uncertain of his ability to defuse the situation, but he wouldn't go without trying. He took another sip from the bottle. He could feel a faint warmth in his stomach. Crom still made no effort to move, either to back away from Soah or to defend himself.