Tavern

Celestria walks to the kitchen and sees Nymeria and Blodwulf standing there. She notices a seriousness as they are talking and walks over to where they are standing, "is there a problem here?, she asks.

Nymera smiles at Celestria. "Not at all, Lady Celestria. I was just getting Blodwulf's assistance with the deer. It's a bit too heavy for me to lift after all." She turns to Blodwulf. "Thank you for the assistance. I can handle it from here. But I do believe Lady Celestria said you would be helping a little around here? If I could impose... Would you mind mopping up the blood on the tavern floor? I'll have a plate of fish and potatoes for you and your friend out there in a moment." She smiles at Blodwulf.

Celestria looks at them both "Well, if you need me I'll be upstairs. Nymera, keep an eye on things" she says and turns and walks out of the kitchen.

"You're welcome. It wasn't a problem at all." He says to Nymera as he grabs a mop. I should go apologize to the kid out there."

He walks up to Johan and says. "I've been on the road for a long time and a lot has changed here since I've been gone. I want to apologize for my actions, Johan. Make no mistake, though. You've not earned my respect. I hope that changes in the future, but as of now. I will not call you "lord". You're Johan." He holds his hand out as a sign to bury the hachet.

Johan takes a bite of the expertly prepared fish and washes it down with a sip of the chilled, crystal clear water before turning to Blodwulf. He looks him up and down and then looks at the proffered hand. He scoffs, "No one told you to refer to me by title, only to recognize it. As for your respect, I suppose that's fair. Especially since you've not earned mine either. If you're looking for work, pissing on a merchant's first-born isn't exactly your shining moment."
A childish snort of a laugh escapes him before he quickly regains his composure.
He clears his throat as he tries to control his laughter, "D-don't let it hap-happen again, is all."
He shakes Blodwulf Ravenhill's hand then turns back to the bar and shouts, "Your strongest drink for my rude peasant friend here."