He gave the Lordling a grin. "Yes they are. And there shouldn't be more, or any coming back. So you can live without worrying about attacks from the Wyld King. Currently. I would still advise not getting that drunk in public again though."<br/><br/>He gave the Lordling a bow, before heading inside, whistling to himself, and heading for the bath. Once that was done, having taken his time and getting clean after two days of roughing it looking and fighting boars. He then got dressed and went to the lounge, where everyone would be waiting. "Sorry I took so long, I don't suppose there is anything to eat?"<br/><br/>He was deliberately building the anticipation, more to be a tease than any real hunger. But as food was being prepared, he spilled the story, mostly cause Frost was looking about ready to kill him to get the story.