"Indeed. I had quite the catching up to do." His wasn't a good enough ear to catch the subtle difference in accent, even if he'd been sober. Language had changed a great deal in those eight hundred years and he'd lived a sheltered life- all English accents sounded strange to him when compared to his own 'normal', anglo-french one.

He was quite for a moment as he started picking up his cards; his hand was acceptable, he could work with it, but it wasn't the best, and he frowned slightly at them before asking, "Why is Bristol embarrassing? I'd heard it was a fine port. Did it get taken over by-"

Aimery glanced at the other patrons while he course-corrected his sentence to drop racial mentions. The others probably wouldn't have known who he meant anyway. "By smugglers or burn down or something?"