"Fairly so. And they don't tend to het much shorter, when there's adventures to be had. But try not to dwell on it too much, okay? Trust your lowly knight-guardian; The harder you stew on something, the less it makes sense." He explained, filling his own cup with wine once more.
"For instance, if the Duke's men are—"
*Crash*
A loud noise roused Erin from his thoughts as a sea of cheers and laughter broke out some few tables away. His eyes scanned the scene from his seat, not out of concern but intrigue... and after seeing a man flat on his ass with half a cup's worth of mead spilled on the floor, and another man climbing atop a table with an empty cup of his own, he couldn't help but laugh at the sight, disorderly though it was.
"Better start wrapping up— It gets wild around this hour, and more than a few lads are about to start getting tossed out— after getting a couple bruises from the tavern keeps." Erin noted with a smile, turning his attention back to Hyathia. "Happens more than it doesn't. Didn't see it yesterday, I figure, due to... uh. Well." 'Due to me tossing you onto a table before anyone else could get too rowdy' was the correct answer, but not the one he wanted to admit to at the moment, so he simply let it be— and somewhat hoped , with a bit of red across his face, that Hyathia would as well.