Bela could just picture him standing in front of a group of men. Maybe in a field. Sword drawn out and raised up high as he gave a stirring, rousing speech to encourage them before they charged.

His last statement makes her smile. Perhaps he could convince her to come to the tavern and have a few drinks with him. Bela knew that Jon was feeling low after Lucy had gone home so maybe he needed the company.

"Is that an invitation, Jon?"