Finding his way to a table full of older warriors, Oliver gave them respectful nods before approaching Jermeye, coming up behind him and slamming his hands on his shoulders. The young boy jumped up in fright, spinning around, his hand reaching for the weapon on his belt but stopping when he realised who it was. It got a laugh from the men around.
"You shouldn't scar the brat in his downtime. "One of them, a man with greying brown hair and a beard, said, picking up his mug.
"Don't tell me you're getting him drunk?" Oliver joked, pointing at his chin to say he had let some beer fall out. The man quickly wiped his face and laughed.
