"You have quite the talent. You should be proud." Arkaelus smiled at her compliment. He didn't play too often so he felt a bit rusty around the edges. "Why thank my lady." He told her in response. Then they met up with the others, who insisted on going to a bear fight. Funny, he hadn't expected Xiao to be the type to like such a brutal sport. Upon arriving he could tell who it was that was foolish enough to fight a Kodiak in single combat. Dorian, he had always been reckless, even this wasn't a change in his behavior.
Arkaelus watched as his cousin was nearly mauled by the bear and saw another figure talking to him afterwords. It looked like a northerner, but Dorian didn't associate himself with just anyone. "Excuse me my lady," He told Tenanye "but I must speak with my cousin." He walked over to where Dorian had been drinking, a bit disgusted by his lack of self control."
"The man who was with you, who was he?" He asked.
Dorian looked up smiling, no doubt feeling confident from his fight with the bear. "You should know that face by now. It's Jon. Jon Stark. True king of the North!" The slurring in his speech made it clear that he had been drinking quite a bit.
"He has grown since the last time I saw him. What happened to Ned and Robb?" Arkaelus asked. Dorian set his drink down and his lowered his head. Arkaelus knew what he wanted to say. "I'm sure Jon will make a fine ruler. Do you know where I can find him?" He asked his cousin. Dorian pointed to his right.
"Thanks." Arkaelus replied, walking in that general direction. He needed to find Jon to make some arrangements with him.