He notices the tattoo, though he doesn't immediately place any significance to it. What does strike him is a question more for the butcher. It's an awful lot of bone (and smoker ash) to be able to cover the garden and still sell off. And they certainly make a great deal of sausage for their trade. Do they honestly have that many hogs, perhaps that many who give birth to keep up with the demand? Otherwise they would have to get swine from outside to help keep up, and that would make things difficult.

(For a moment he thinks his father would better know these answers than him, about the Bannorn farms and the livestock and the way of life that Malcolm hadn't picked up, too eager to run off to the Templars. The roads not traveled.)

"I would wish you luck as the war goes on, but honestly, it doesn't seem like you need it." He inclines his head politely, no further immediate questions. Inessa can find him after. "I look forward to seeing this all finished up and in its glory. Gentlemen. Lady." Exit, stage where Inessa came from to keep up the pretense that he was just wandering through the maze, might as well find the exit hm.