Well there's no surprise. Four captains can't get shit done? He could have called that one straight out of the gate. He takes a long sip, just letting all this ridiculousness wash over him. It's much easier with the mead taking the edge off pretty much everything right now.

"He sounds like one to talk," he says with a faint snort. Just from what little he knows of the man already. "Let me guess. He took one look at your bones and your height and thought you ought to stay somewhere nice and safe?"