"Hell Yes!" He said with a big grin as he leaped in the air. "I'm so hungry!" He said as he looked to the bandages on him from the cuts. "Hm...lets see...I hope they have women chicken and lots and lots of beverage!"
"Chicken, yes, beverage, no," Troy said as they turned around a corner in the forest road and came to a cosy-looking building of three-levels with smoke pouring from a chimney. They entered the near-empty building, of which the bottom level appeared to be a tavern, and Troy guided Jack to a table while he went and talked to the bartender in a low voice.
Troy glanced over his shoulder at Jack as the food was being prepared.
"Don't go breaking anything now," he called out. The few patrons sitting around turned to look at Jack. Some laughed gently and others frowned. Troy turned back to the bartender, talking again quietly.
"Huh...who trained me....I have always been this strong no body has trained me because I'm physically this strong." He said with a huge grin as he started to eat chicken as welll his eyes closing as he atewith a smile.
Troy tilted his head as he tried to drive his own chicken into a digestible pulp within his mouth.
"Uh huh. Well it must be an Ildemin thing, 'cos... well let's say if I had a son your age he'd probably be a girl -- in a manner of speaking, I mean."
He laughed at himself briefly and then his gaze shifted towards some large men across the other side of the tavern. Had they been there before? It was hard to tell. Troy didn't say anything, though he seemed quite apprehensive.
With another bite, Jack watched the man and sighed as he placed his head on the table. "At any way, we need to get back to the castle, so does it really matter, if that stupid crap happens again, it will be a better fight."
"The palace will survive without us for a few minutes. You don't need to go telling me what to do, ya hear me?" He gave Jack a stern look and shifted in his chair. "I'm the one in charge and you're the one who does what I say, if you wanna get paid. Just know this; not many people are fond of soldiers, and once people know you're with us, you may get spat on. Ignore them, I say. They're ignorant." Again, he took a moment to observe the men in the corner.
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"Wouldn't be the first what?" asked a voice. A man was standing by their table. He seemed to have come out of nowhere. "You aint gonna tell me what you're talking about? Secret palace business? Why don't you take it to the palace instead of rubbing our noses in it?"
Troy cleared his throat and took his time pushing back his chair and standing to meet the man at eye level. "The business of the palace is the business of South Ideitess," Troy said quietly.
The man looked over at Jack. "Didn't know the palace was hiring whelps," he said with a snarl.
"Watch your tongue, or you may not survive, ya know." He said as he leaned back in his seat. "I can seem like a whelp, but if I injure you, will I be a whelp then?" He said slowly as he closed his eyes.