Crom was taken back a bit by the boy's fiery retort. He stared at the boy in silence for about fifteen seconds, a pause that no doubt made all surrounding parties a bit uncomfortable. Johnathon seemed concerned there would be a conflict between the two, at least. Moments after Johnathon tried to make peace between them, a smirk cracked across Crom's face. "Aye, seems the blood runs hot in these folk." The grizzled mercenary strolled nonchalantly past Johnathon and over to the bar, laughing. He threw a few coins down on the bar and gave a hearty chuckle. "Another drink for my new friend here." He looked around the room. The cold stares around the room seemed to fade and return to their own business, despite a few sighs of disappointment. It seemed they wouldn't be getting a fight today. Crom leaned against the bar, throwing a nod to Johnathon as if to assure him there would be no unnecessary interruptions in their journey. He looked from the boy to the man next to him. He was the armed man who had entered the tavern a few minutes ago. "So, either of you know what that damned commotion is outside?" The alarms continued to sound, something the mercenary was growing tired of. He ordered another flagon of ale as he awaited an answer from either of the patrons.