Mathis Gripped the hilt of his sword keeping his other hand on the table. He looked over at the bar maid.<br/><br/>"A pint of mead." Mathis kept his response to the maid short and curt and watched as she walked away. Mathis leaned back and lowered his voice so that Kate could just hear him.<br/><br/>"Can't you feel it in the air? That tang of violence? Something very violent is coming. I think it would be best if you show me your maps. When is your father coming anyways from what you have told me he might be a good fight." Mathis stopped talking when the bar maid came up and gave them their drinks. Mathis picked up his pint and took a sip of the mead leaving the pint to his lips long enough to make it seem as if he was drinking more then he was before putting it back down.