Arkadi nodded at the northman as he took his leave of them.
“Perhaps we’ll cross paths again, War-Tongue,” he said, with a slow smile. He did not say farewell to the elf, but merely nodded again.
Then he focused his attention on the older man that stood before them, watching Firvin’s demeanor shift. Clearly, she saw Jacobson as more valuable a conquest than the northman, for obvious reasons.
Arkadi hooked a long leg around a nearby chair and pushed it out to offer the warrior a seat with breezy chivalry.
He smiled at Jacobson, giving the man a shrewd and knowing look.
“Yes, please have a seat, sir. You’re clearly a man of great responsibility, shouldering more burdens than anyone truly understands. Why don’t you take a moment for yourself?”