"Words shouldn't be underestimated, but neither should a big stick." Jonathon grinned, his hand brushing lightly against his short sword. "Or a sharp one. I'm more of a bow person, though. Why kill an enemy up close when you can just shoot them?" Jonathon ordered another drink, his being empty. The mysteious stranger lived up to his appearance.
"Hunting, and being hunted, it seems." Jonathon gestured at his clothes. "Although, camoflage would probably be better in this situation. You sort of stick out in this garb." Jonathon sipped his new drink. The ale tasted good as always. The Rearing Stallion was always a good place to stop for a drink.
"Speaking of traveling, are you two from here, or have you come from other places?" Jonathon directed this at Nivil and Rovan. "And if so, where do you hail from?" Jonathon liked to hear of lands outside Syliras. As much as he liked his home, he found other places to be exciting too. Sometimes he thought of simply up and leaving for somewhere.
But where to go? Jonathon hadn't been in Wind Reach since he was a very small child. Maybe he should stop by his birthplace someday, see the sights. Jonathon snapped himself out of his pondering to listen to the other table's inhabitants' stories. If they had any.