Crom watched as Adrian and Soah brawled it out in the snow. Adrian seemed to be losing, that much was apparent, but his drive to continue even after taking a hard hit was impressive. Johnathon seemed very concerned about the altercation. Crom had seen far too many fights to get worked up over a simple exchanging of blows. Griff seemed to have the same viewpoint. "Aye, let them blow off some steam." The Esterlian watched closely. He knew Soah had a sword on him, and he thought he had noticed Adrian having a knife. That was where he'd draw the line. "If it gets too serious we can intervene, but stopping them now would just fan the flames." He took a swig from his flask before holding it out towards Johnathon. "Would you like some, mate? You need to relax a bit, there's nothing to worry about." Crom;s voice was warm and encouraging, completely masking the fact that he was ready, at a moments notice, for everything to go wrong. He knew anything could happen in the wilds. A fist fight was the least of their worries.