"So.. did you see anything cool out there?" Fenrir pushes away the hateful statement of older brother. Arms bent at the bar looking up to the raven haired male who was yet to show his face from under his hat. "I mean.. I've never ventured far from town before.. I don't mean to be rude with the curiosity." He looks over his brother's back carefully to eye the woman he had sent a drink. "Oh.. so that's what this is about, huh?" Elbowing the male in the side as he cracks a not so subtle smile. "Looking for something to feel validated?"<br/><br/>Odin shakes his head at the incessant questions that stream from half breed's lips. Pursing his lips together, and reaching for the top of his hat. Slowly withdrawing it, and setting it under the stool he was sitting upon. Long flowing raven longs that hung just to his shoulders. "There was nothing grand about what I saw Fenrir. I saw a lot of brave men risk everything. Some did not return." Odin says simply, and looks to him, and then to the woman. "I was just being nice. The place is nearly empty.. I'm sure we're all here for the same reason in one way, or another." He then grips his brew the bartender had left, and lifts it to his mouth. Downing about half of it as if he was ravenously thirsty, and set it on the bar. "What about you..? Don't you think it's a little rude to be in a bar when you don't drink?"<br/><br/>Fenrir gives a wave of his head back, and forth at the question. "No. There's plenty to do here. Dancing, and the food.. It's not great, but it's better then the grub they serve over across the street.. Haha."