Erik listened attentively to both his hosts and his new friend as he began to dig into his meal, eagerly carving through the plate of breakfast. He had to force himself to slow down, at times, to actually savor the meal. Hah, too used to wolfing things down! Hahaahaa! He chuckled to himself.
"Agnar here is ancient, my friend. It's all I can do to support him in his dotage." One of those who’d served him his meal, a dwarf as stout as he was short, called over.
Another bellowing laugh escaped Fyodorov. “He should be happy to have such a long-lived friend keep him company… and a portable armrest, too!” He winked, trying to make it clear he meant no harm by the jest but fully aware there was a good chance the dwarf would pick a fight for the slight.
Granted, Erik would relish a bit of excitement with a little fisticuff-
"Well, you would have to take that up with our leader," the old man said as he took a sip from his cup of tea "we're staying in Stonebridge for a bit, since we haven't been in a civilized area for a while. I'm not sure where we'll be heading next, though, since he tends to go where he pleases."
“Oho?” Erik raised a brow and his drink to his lips, taking a deep chug before setting the mug down with a satisfying thunk. “The old man has a boss? Now I’m having second thoughts: should I join you, won’t my hair also turn grey?” He laughed. By the gods, he was on a roll this morning.