Martel was a calm man, in some ways he was a kind man, even gentle if need be. But this... This was just getting on his nerves. He did remember the old days and fun 'cock waving competitions', seeing who was the strongest or smartest or fastest, but this? This was bothersome - not for him personally, but more or less pulling the entire rest of the inn to it? He glanced at the dragonborn? Dragon? with a tad bit of an un-amused smile. "Alas, much like many old curmudgeons I prefer to be the one doing the tomfoolery, not being the target of it." The cold didn't affect his undead form in the slightest, he seemed just disinterested in the young fool now - after Darksoul seemed like much more decent company. "You flatter me with words, young one. I like it. Bars tend to be places where people are willing to hear my stories and well, sometimes I just prefer to escape mine Ducal duties for an hour or two. Heh... I have completed many a feat worth Legends, thank you very much." The Duke adjusted one of the many rings decorating his fingers and shrugged his shoulders. He pried off a gem from one of them and shattered it on the floor, unleashing a very high level dispelling incantation to dispel the cold caused by Kobe's magical item.