Hatholdir's mirth is cut short by Dren's comment and a number of the mercenaries stop laughing and look at him rather pointedly. The Captain replies "Insult a hobbit? Sir, if I intended to insult him, then that is precisely what I would have done. I feel perhaps that you are taking offense on his behalf?" He sinks another mouthful from his tankard. "As to our business here, we free men go where there is trouble - since our business is war, we seek it out." This statement causes a number of people to stop what they are doing and listen. The locals seem ill-at-ease now that the conversation has taken this tack. "It is no secret that Easterlings are massing north of the Iron Hills, and that they are in league with the Orcs of the Grey Mountains."
Across the bar, one of the locals speaks up. "Nothin'll come o' that, you see! An' if it does, King Brand and that dwarven chap, King Dain, they'll see us a'right!" A chorus of voices are raised in agreement... but not as strongly as you may have thought. Hatholdir seems neither cowed nor insulted. He shrugs. "Anyway, tis of no matter on this night. Drink and be merry while ye can friends, for no man knows what fate tomorrow brings." He raises his tankard, and a good half of the room join him.