The crown is back, he got tired of carrying it around and besides, this was supposed to be a festive occasion. Everyone had to dress the part. Except no one else got the message and there Kelson was in his court attire. Giving a smiling nod to Ivar, that chair contraption was new, lucky him. He spied his plate, the food alone giving away their rank disparities. No matter. This was a feast where there was no heads of state and no commoners.

"Ivar, it looks like you've fared quite well," Kelson gestured at his new contraption, smiling and in good humor as he quite likes the viking a lot. There's something in the sarcastic, mocking humor that reminds him a bit of his foster brother. "It's a feast, I thought I should show the proper respect for the occasion. As for service, I don't fear service to honorable lords. Our captives honor has yet to be ascertained I would think, however. " He wasn't entirely sure if this food was a thank you or a bribe.

"Tell me, do your kings and others of noble houses not serve others growing up?"