The half-orc wizard gave the bard a glance and a shrug. “Don’t mind Kor. He loves to antagonize but he’s a coward at heart. He won’t try anything.” The raven didn’t seem to appreciate being called a coward though, as he then took the opportunity to grab flesh tunnel in the young man’s ear and tug. This, of course, earned him a quick flick in the beak from the half-orc’s claw, causing him to squawk and hunch, brooding irritably.
Leaning back in his seat, the young arcanist picked up his ale to sip on, content to simply enjoy the bard’s singing and a cup of spirits until he was called in by a prospective employer, or it was time to turn in for the day.