Part of their training meant that they were ready for a fight at any time, and Clive knew that Elza was as prepared as he was. He made no move to even look back at the table behind where they were seated, aware that people would change up and more gambling would happen. He had seen it done far too many times.

"He's not much to look at," he agreed before his expression soured at the sight of the ale put in front of him. He looked at the woman next to him with narrowed eyes, as if to accuse her of some trickery even as he pulled the ale closer to himself. He wasn't much of a drinker, but he knew he had to at least pretend. "Like the other Silverbergs? Like you knew any personally," he said with a shake of his head.

"The kid is kind of like Mathiu... which is good because I disliked Leon," he said, not usually willing to speak on such subjects. His time in the wars were generally a silent affair on his part.