Crom walked along with the duo, his arms hanging by his sides. Adrian had said they managed to make it through the mountains without a hitch.. The soldier was a bit surprised they hadn't stumbled upon any obstacles, but was glad no harm had really befallen them. "Well, that's good. I was worried there may have been some bandits hiding out along that path." Adrian asked about his injuries. Crom took another swig from his wine bottle, which was by now about half empty. He replied in a gruff but friendly voice. "They were pretty deep. The folks on the wagon got me patched up though." The mercenary motioned to the white bandages that protruded out onto his shoulder. The wound had closed, as there didn't appear to be any blood seeping through the wrappings. He followed Soah into the tavern, taking a seat across from him at the table. The room was quite noisy, filled with people talking. Across the room one particularly drunk man was belting out a song that Crom had never heard before. He guessed it would sound a bit better if the performer was someone other than an inebriated old man bordering on tone deafness.