Aldred remained in his seat, watching each of his new companions return to the inn, figuring that some still had to walk on over. He watched as Sipley, apparently completely healthy, rose from her position on the floor, then stormed out of the room in a fit of anger, sadness or some negative emotion. She was a definite ice queen, that was for sure.

His train of thought changed as Emilia approached him, her eyes and hands examining his old armor, the various marks, cuts and bruises adorning it like stripes on a dress. He looked up at her, and spoke. 

"Yes, I wore this during the war, have worn it ever since it ended, fought every battle in this armor, then when I left it came with me. They've changed the armor since the war ended, streamlined them, much less cumbersome they like to say. I'm just too used to this hunk I suppose." He said with a smile full of nostalgia as his eyes wandered to a chunk of rubble on the floor.

"You were one of the people I was told would be accompanying us on our journey, though I can understand if you want to decline after what has transpired today," Aldred said, pausing for a moment. "Make sure to have a messenger sent to the capital, they'll send some people out to help with repairs, then hopefully station some guards after seeing the giant's corpses."