Beck chuckled slightly. "I can respect that. I don't like dealing with the Jarl either--" He paused as he noticed the Argonian's silent plea for help, and was highly amused. For someone who traveled with such a seasoned looking Nord, the poor kid didn't even know how to handle an upset woman. He wasn't much better, but then again, Brianna wasn't growling at him. He'd had a hand in front of his mouth, but a smile was visible from the corner of his lips. He didn't respond back, but instead cleared his throat to get her attention. "Ah, don't take it to heart. Lots of people just trying to get by these days." He tried, taking a drink and pointing at her.
"You can respect that, right, lass? Everyone's just here for drink and song." He lifted his flagon in a mock toast. "I can drink to drinking."
"You can respect that, right, lass? Everyone's just here for drink and song." He lifted his flagon in a mock toast. "I can drink to drinking."



































