The cider definitely was not good, and Faolán nearly spit his up the moment he took a sip. It was disgusting! And yet Killian seemed to be handling it alright (at least, he wasn't making a fuss of it) so Faolán forced it down, because the last thing he wanted was to seem unmanly.
Trying to be sly about it, Faolán nudged the cider off to the side. He'd just...follow Killian's lead, here, as the older of them! If Killian drank, he'd drink. That seemed like a good solution! But before he could angst much more about the awful drink, Killian saved him from having to lie and agree that it was good cider when he changed the subject.
Faolán perked up at the mention of the General, a bright smile spreading over his face. Damaged eye, eh? That sounded like Serenus! "Oh, him! I know him!" he said excitedly, beaming and eager to brag.
"I sparred with him a little, back in Matron's Hallow! He's really good, but he's really kind and patient! He sure works ya hard, though..." he said, dragging a finger through the condensation on his mug. "I wonder if he'll remember me?"