Jon Easten sat with a large group of people, who were noticeably more high born than himself, but he did a good job of keeping to himself, drinking slightly from a goblet of warm water that he had managed to acquire. Jon was still very much sore, and wounded, from his fight with the knight known as Jezin, but he didn't let it show at all. He looked across the guests sitting in the Great Hall, noticing Jezin off the bat, conversing with some girl or another. Jon seemed to be the only one who realized that a death had occurred earlier, and that things seemed bad enough for people to grim. But here sat all these people, carrying on with their own small parties and cliques, content to drink away all the worry. Jon scoffed to himself, as he took another drink from his goblet.