Jezin leaned back in his chair, listening to Redwyne's tale. He was quite impressed by the man's story, deciding Thomas' description of the man had probably not been embellished in the slightest. He took a long drought from the goblet, again appreciating how good the wine was. He looked up from the drink towards Sir Redwyne, a bit of respect now showing through in his eyes. He could relate to Sir Redwyne's story, having fought out of pride and anger for years before he found something worth fighting for. He also pondered the fact that Redwyne had been a sellsword. He made no comment, but thought perhaps that was when he had learned about Lyok. "An impressive tale, to be sure, Sir Redwyne." He took a drink from the goblet, nodding to the knight. Perhaps he had misjudged the man. He was stern, to be certain, but not without cause, and his loyalty to his king was admirable to say the least. "I can see why you are so loyal to Keilaudrin, now."