At the story, Killian would have choked on his beer had he been drinking any.
"Wow!" he said, leaning back in his chair at the table. His eyes were so wide. He was impressed!
And another solider commented, "Yeah, that story's got us all beat!"
"And to think-" said another. "You got to wrestle with a royal girl. Was she hot?" the man prodded, with an elbow to Faolan's side.
Killian was still gaping, trying to digest all of what he said, before shaking his head and lifting up his drink along with the rest of the men as they toasted Faolán for being 'oh so cool!' Yep, he was now the popular one at the table, and the boys now all wanted to offer to buy him drinks to learn more.
Thankfully, the General didn't seem to notice them- and after a time, Killian, being tipsy, found out he dind't much care for this feeling after about his forth beer.
"Hey guys, I think I might head back to the barracks and call it a night." he said, and rose from his chair.