Myrtice
"I'm sure you'll get more as time passes on."

*Only three at the moment. Perhaps he should bring Isabelle here to train just for a little bit so she could learn how to try and defend herself. If this was better than his knife work, that is.*

"And confidence is a key part of fighting. Confidence comes from ability, you know. 

Ah, of course, the wine was great. Learned something from your past? What do you mean by that?"

*This was interesting. Zed loved information; the more, the better.
Ann
"Thanks, I hope so too."

*She would smile a little, when he made his comment of getting better, which she truly did hope for the best for, given she was funding this all out of her own pocket and all. Well, that worry would be for later...*

"Confidence is certainly very important, I can agree. Too much is of course very bad, perhaps as much or less than too minimal confidence really."

*She was certainly pleased to hear from him how great it was, and she took in a bit of a breath, as she thought of the past.*

"Well... You see, when I was younger, I served in the Salvainian military, and learned of a great recipe from one of my squad mates. I also learned how to fist fight in my off-time, while serving for that matter. Did pretty well at that, given I later went to on to do some brawling for coin and entertainment."
Myrtice
"Ah, overly cocky people? I've met my fair share of those. Safe to say they're not cocky anymore."

*Maybe it was because they were dead.*

*He did not expect Katja to be former army. The 'recipe' was still unknown, though perhaps it was related to brewing of sorts. As for fist fighting off-time... It looked like she had been properly trained, to be honest, seeing her reaction time from earlier.*

"How many times did you lose?"

*Zed had a humorous grin on his face, curious on how the bartender would answer.*