Adrian patted his chest as he recovered from his drink. Suddenly, he heard a voice call out from the other end of the room, teasing him at his expense. Adrian sweated slightly, it seemed like all eyes were now on him. While the man's voice was warm, and welcoming, Adrian was too worried about attempting to keep face. What would a gruff adventurer say to someone who had just teased him? "Sorry, it just tastes a lot like your mother's fish pie." Adrian said, in his best mock gruff voice, without turning around to face the voice. He smiled to himself. ~ Nice one. ~ He thought to himself, congratulating himself on what he considered a good comeback. It had not even occurred to Adrian to turn around and take a look at the man he was addressing, but Adrian knew something was wrong when none of the other patrons laughed, instead opting for a dead silence. Adrian slowly began to turn around, and took a look at the man. Adrian paled as he took in the man. He was a tower, built like a brick wall, compared to Adrian. He was obviously some sort of hardened warrior. Adrian gulped as he gripped his honeymead in one hand, and took a swig, without breaking eye contact with the man. With a contorted face, Adrian swallowed the drink, with a loud gulp. An attempt to look tough, and discourage any type of retribution from the stranger. This attempt was poor, though, due to the fact that Adrian, soon after swallowing, made a face that told other's that were looking that he was on the verge of complete disgust.