(OOC: I completely understand. We were just having a bit of fun, nothing to move into a conversation. We'll keep it tight from now on.)
Baroth combed a hand through his hair, puffing out in sheer exhaustion and leaning on the bar counter. Tsee-Keth was (notso) sound asleep in his rom and Baroth let him be for a while. The guy couldn't coordinate while drunk, but he certainly could take down a few pints. Persistent as Dagon, too. He had solid reason to be, but still, some people had a hard time getting over stuff like that. He'd come around, hopefully. Baroth didn't envy having to kill the lad.
Orvar related to Keth's current dilemma and suggested it'd last until morning, if not longer. If he had to guess, Baroth would say morning too; he'd be exhausted from, likely, restless nights and bathless ones, not to mention face-planting on the floor. In any case, he'd probably stick the night out, in the event the lad woke with a vengeance and a blade. Though he was sure he's relieved him of most his weapons, shivs included.
When Hulda, Baroth turned and nodded to her, wiping his face with a moist palm.
"Long day, Baroth?" She asked, sympathizing with the old drifter. They hadn't seen much of each other, or more than they could remember, so their conversations were usually awkward. Only appropriately so. Not to mention Baroth's history with her wasn't exactly memorable, pleasantly maybe, but that card had been lost in the stack.
Things were a lot simpler when she first owned the inn.
"Longer than I'd anticipated, yea. All this talk of dragons resurrecting and Ulfric head-butting the Imperial Legion, peace might've gone on vacation, right alongside rest and relaxation." He stifled a yawn, massaging his temples. Hell, Tamriel used to be a lot simpler, but that just wasn't the case any more. He was conflicted about the war, yea, but gods his brothers just kept digging and digging more holes. Looking for more fights.
But he'd die right along side them before he abandoned and disowned them.
He would've ordered a cold beverage himself, if he had any coin on hand, but he didn't (which was fine, he'd been there before) and decided to make conversation with Hulda instead; gradually, but surely, they left the unsavory topic of undead dragons and bloody wars behind.