You decline his offer and feverishly look around.
The man noticies and scratches his beard.
“You’re an odd one aren’t ya.” He breaks into a smile again and points to the far end of the hall “See the man on the throne? We’re here to celebrate him we are, yes! He is the new Jarl.”
You look to where he pointed, a large burly man cheers with his compatriots while sitting in a big ornamented chair.