"Ehh? Him? But he's so young," the woman said, resting her chin on her hand. She'd drunk nearly as much as they had, and it wasn't doing an awful lot for her wits.
"Damn it, woman, I keep telling you, it's strength that matters," Harland said hotly. He'd drunk just as much. Several days of celebrating wasn't doing much good for their tempers. They all seemed to be growing irritable. He'd explained the same thing to the woman three times through, and she still wasn't getting it. "Don't insult him at my table. You can piss off with that."
"Right, right," the woman said lazily, as she stole a drink from Harland's cup.
That had been another odd dynamic that had happened since they had come back from the raid. Not only were their pockets filled with coin, and not only were the townspeople talking about them as though they were Gods come to life, but Borne and Harland held to Vol with the sort of fierce loyalty that Vol hadn't even expected from his closest friends as a youth.
