"Boar is a spirit for war times." Laughs at Blood's humor vanished quickly, and he looked far more somber. "I came here to learn about the ways of Weaver's people. To see first hand what my tribemates rail on about." He took a quick drink from the second lager. "So to what ends does Boar want?" His question was more to let it linger in the air. He didn't know if the other two knew, or the bartender, but he certainly didn't. It would make this much easier if they someone here knew.