Aundair stood there, stunned for the moment, ale in one hand and a pipe in the other. He looked his new mentor up and down. "You are a mischevious and devious man..." his brows were furrowed and he hooked his mug onto his belt before looking back up to Marcus. As soon as they locked eyes, Aundair's face melted into a jolly smile. "I Love it! We've gotta drag this out, they will never see it coming." he took a pull off of his long ornate pipe. "With all these tragedies recently, the men will be excited to have something good to think about. Morale has been quite down lately. We should make sure that the peasants will be involved as well for that will spread tales of the bravery of the order, we may even get some new recruits. Tales will be told, and drink will be had. commendation of the honor we have exhibited will woo the onlookers" he closed his eyes as if picturing a scene. Then his eyes snapped open. "A thought though, we will have to be sure that some people remain sober. That way we will have guards, just in case." Aundair bowed low, his hood flopping forward onto his head. "Ser, you will make a great deal of men happy. Will I have the honor of sharing a drink with you tonight?" he raised his mug from his belt questioningly