"Aha," Gallus leaned forward and had one elbow on the table and was waving his finger up in the air in Ri'vashi's direction. He was smiling, but his tone was of a friendly and not-so-serious warning, "It's just the same as love as with drinking; if you don't have practice, it'll catch you out more easily." Gallus chuckled and brought his hand back, "In any case, it's surprising to hear that you're a...well a lightweight seems an inappropriate term. Perhaps you might try a drinking contest with Lorag so he can regain his pride after your bout a little while ago." After a quick laugh, Gallus closed his mouth and thought for a moment. He lowered his brow as a question came to mind. "How often is drink broken out in this clan, anyway? What is the local brew here in Anequina?" [hr] Sabine briefly smiled at Peiter with his greeting, but quickly brought her attention back to Tzirret. It quickly became clear to her what the topic of conversation was. Frustration passed onto Tzirret's face. "No! Did Peiter not listen? Bheja is going to be fighting as well." Tzirret's breathing was uneasy, but at least he was managing to keep his voice down. "This one does not want Bheja or Peiter or Sabine to get hurt or killed because he was not there to help." "Have you tried talking Bheja out of fighting?" Sabine asked. Tzirret nodded, "Everyone has. Even S'nishi, and she has been in more battles than any of us." There was a pause where Sabine looked to Peiter with worry, and then back to Tzirret. "Look, Tzirret...Peiter and I can take care of ourselves. You do not have to worry too much about us." Sabine blinked a couple of times, glancing to one side. "We...don't know Bheja's skills. But still, we are worried that you might be the one who will get hurt." "No!" Tzirret said a bit more loudly and defiantly. Then, as if suddenly realising his near-shouting, quietened to a mumble again. "Tzirret has to try." Sabine sighed, apparently not knowing what else to say. She had a niggling feeling that this was about something more to Tzirret.