To the lesser trained eye, Alfhild would have seemed perfectly content. But Kri knew better than that. He knew that she loved the buzz of battle, the blood of the sword, the thrill of the kill... He sighed, taking his food from Kole, who threw him a glance that said something like, "See, ye didn't elp me make it this time." or something like that. He was never good with the man's accent. He could listen to it a million time, and still not be able to replicate a single syllable with his own tongue. He looked down at the dish, and knew now why the captain seemed a bit bubbly. Nässelsoppa was her absolute favorite, and they would often spar over the leftovers, if there were any. It was safe to say that she was the most fierce during those few matches.<br/><br/>He took his seat at her side, and looked out among the crew mates. He was about to reply to Alfie when he spotted his beloved doctor, Fiske. He almost laughed. "What happened to your face, man? Looks like you've been writing on it." He was able to discern that they were doctor's notes, but he couldn't tell what most of them said. "I'll need you to take a look at my scar later, by the way." It felt kind of strange discussing such a topic out in the open, but all of the crew members knew about it by now. There was no use being private about it.<br/><br/>As for Alhild's question, well, there wasn't really a valid answer for that.<br/><br/>"I've no idea, Alfie. Maybe it's the high of peace getting to my head. Maybe it's the smell of battle drawing near." He gave a small chuckle, taking a gulp of the ale he always had with lunch. His tolerance had skyrocketed since he met Alfhild, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. But they had shared many a drunken night around the fire, saying things that probably made no sense to anyone but themselves.<br/><br/>He saw Isa over in the corner, and was a bit sad to see her not with everyone for lunch. He had asked her why she sat there before, so he knew why she did it, but he often wished that he could find some way to cure her deafness. She was a nice girl, and he wanted communication to be easier. It would also be way safer for her, as warnings didn't often get passed along by vibration. The signal went off, and that was that. If she didn't sense something wrong...<br/><br/>He shook off the burden of thought and threw his arm around Alfhild's shoulders, downing his glass of Ale and refilling it from the barrel on the end of the table. "So, I don't know, and I don't care. All I know, is that I intent to be drunk by eight at night." He enjoyed the buzz, and he and Alfie hadn't sparred drunk in a while. It was pretty reckless, but fun as hell.