He glanced down the table, and saw, with a mixture of alarm and approval, that there were indeed as many jugs of ale as Silverfish would have wished for. In fact, one could argue that there were likely too many. Vol dragged one towards himself, even as he looked warily at the rest of his men. He knew how much they liked to drink after a battle, and just how rowdy they were likely to get… in this sort of company, that likely wouldn't bring the prettiest of results.
"I had hoped that you would be dining with us," Ser Fieldcarer said, sitting opposite Vol. There was a variety of different Sers sitting on his side of the table, with the Sea Serpents facing off against them. Vol wondered just how many of those noble seats would have been empty if not for Lady Tiller's order to keep them alive.
