"Have you ever been to Bodo?" Brandt asks his brother.
"I don't believe I have." Bjarte answers as he dismounts his horse. "Anything interesting about it?"
"They do have the best grilled fish in the continent." Brandt smiles. "Come, we have about an hour before the ships are ready." Brandt walks toward the closest tavern, an old building in the heart of the town that looks like it has seen better days.
"Your Majesty." Shelby steps in front of him. "Are you sure you want to go in there? We can find a better place and have it ready for you in a few minutes."
"It is quite alright, Benson." Brandt tells him. "I do not mind. In fact, this is a good chance to show the prince a place like this." He adds while patting Bjart's shoulder.
