First meeting (not really) with Fiontann

It was a long afternoon for Ingrandor and now he was resting. He spent all day drinking, eating and flirting at the Prancing Pony, he had the means to this time. He accompanied a caravan to the Shire and returned with his pockets full of silver coins, so he went to the inn to make the best out of it. He did make something, eight tankards of ale, three glasses of wine, two slaps for touching, two scoffs, two meals and finally he was now receiving the best. A nap against the fire-pit in the Dawnhall. He was just starting to doze off, it took him the better part of an hour to relax as his stomach was protesting for everything that he ate and drank and it wasn't letting him relax. In the end it kind of did and his eyes closed, as sweet sleep over the warm fire started to take over him. Just as he was about to letting himself go he heard the door of the building open and close. He sighed a bit, knowing that whoever it was probably wouldn't let him sleep, but he ignored that fact and closed his eyes anyway, wanting to give in to sweet sweet sleep.
The heavy boots of the visitor sounded as he made his way into the main hall and looked around, his eyes locked on Ingrandor and his posture, as if he was melting against the pit and cleared his throat to get the dozing man's attention.
-What? I'm busy! replied Ingrandor without even looking up from his arm that he was leaning on.
-You don't seem it...
-You say that, I very well know that I am, and what you think I am doing is well-deserved, so please, piss off whoever you are. and waved his hand dismissively without looking up.
-I came to talk business.
-Good for you, the Captain's not here.
-That's why I'm here.
Ingrandor grunted and looked up, only to see Fiontann with his arms crossed, he was very surprised to see him there and Fion wasn't any less surprised.
-What are you doing here? Asked the Gondorian.
-Me? What are you doing here?
-I am a member of the Bloody Dawn.
-You are now... said Fiontann in disbelief and then added, "They truly take anyone these days..."
-I'm not just about anyone! I am Ingrandor the Unburning! said the man, recalling his introduction long ago to another man and his right hand reached at the boar over the fire, pulled a strip of skin and ate it. "See?"
-I just see a jester and wait... said Fion raising a brow and tilting his head to the left. "Ingrandor... You introduced yourself to me as Curuborn..."
-Well, I didn't know if I should trust you! How would I know?
-I saved your life!
-I saved yours...
Fiontann narrowed his eyes and drew a deep breath, still in disbelief.
-You're an idiot. He said at last and Ingrandor shook his head and lain on his hand again.
-I spoke to Taala and Eroforth, so I came here to see how are things going around here and see if there is anyone to help.
-Help with what? I am expensive...
-I bet you are... Seeing those fingers on your cheek...
Ingrandor frowned and passed his right hand over his cheek, wondering if truly the slap was imprinted on his face, his tanned skin saved him, as he became embarrassed but it didn't show.
-Are you drunk you see things? he replied to that and Fion sighed.
-Get up, we have to talk...
Ingrandor sighed but he realised he couldn't get out of that, so he got up and motioned Fiontann to follow him in the Captain's office, he was sleeping there when no one was around after all...