<strong>Rold Ironwing<br/>Trygg's Inn<br/>Common Room</strong><br/><br/>The keep brought his alcohol while Blind-Eye conversed with the soldier, and Rold held it silently, watching.  He knew he had interrupted something, what with the bosmer and Shadow already with Blind-Eye.  So he would let it play itself out, and then continue with his own personal reunions afterwards.<br/><br/>Rold brought the mug to his lips when the Praefect began discussing what she would not be reminding Blind-Eye of.  A familiar fire rose in his chest at her rude words, fueled by anger and pride.  Rude words directed not only at Blind-Eye, but also to their drink!  Rold quickly doused the fire with a swig of ale (juniper!), very deliberately eyeing Fera over the rim.  Blind-Eye was not his comrade, not anymore.  Not yet.  The lizard would be on his own for now.<br/><br/>It turned out to be a wise choice.  Blind-Eye's sigh was tired, and Rold sensed the weariness of an oft repeated routine in all of it.  Best that he did not make himself to be the fool.  Bt now Blind-Eye looked to be readying for something.  He would continue to hold his peace.<br/><br/><em>"Well, see you upstairs..."</em><br/><br/>That did not inspire thoughts of a warm reunion.  Rold made eye contact with Blind-Eye, and continued to watch him as he departed the room.  Once the lizard was gone, he turned to Shadow, smiling broadly again.<br/><br/>"It is<em>damn</em>good to see you, Shadow!  If we had more time, I'd buy you a round here'n'now!"  Even as he spoke, Rold stood, mug in hand, and gestured towards the stairs.  "But I say we get up there.  Blood and ashes, I'm curious to know what all this is about!"