Crom shook his head as the boy rushed towards Soah. "Bloody fucking hell..." he mumbled, pulling his flask from his belt as Adrian went charging by. The mercenary turned towards the soon-to-be fight and took a long drink from his flask. He had learned long ago that if you fought every man with a smart mouth you'd be fighting half the population. However, he hadn't been particularly fond of Soah's response. Still, he doubted the young man had nearly as much skill as he thought he did, and there was no point in enforcing this point unless he became more violent. Crom watched the commotion with a sigh. He walked over to Johnathon. "Well, it seems our journey here didn't get very far without a bit of violence." He took another drink.