Redwyne sighed as Jezin spoke, now turning his gaze to lock eyes with Jezin, nodding slightly to Jezin's observation. "Nearly 50 years of service to the Urien family." Redwyne stated, dryly, as he finished the rest of his glass, "How did you come into service of the Brass Hand?" Redwyne asked, sitting forward in his seat, listening carefully. It seemed that the time of reminiscing was over now, and the time for a mild interrogation was now. Redwyne had a job to do, and he needed to ask certain questions to ensure that Jezin was checked out before being allowed back to the feast.