"God kid. What part of 'dumb muscle' dont you get?" Ferino still stared.
"Alright, fine. We can go anywhere that has beer, mead, rum, and fine food. Always wanted to try that one high brow drink called 'whine.' Go figure." He finished his salted pork and handed it to a barmaid. "Tis also a good idea to lay low, especially in town. If theres any folk that them jet cloak lads want dead, it's us. Im sure they wont do anymore massacres, considering the fact that we'll lay em out bloody. What I'sa sure of is that they got Assasins probing every street, corner, nook n' cranny in every town n' city. Probably scouts milling around the forest and roads too."