The other side of the bar is nowhere near the entrance. Being tucked away from the rest of the patrons, in a corner hidden next to the stage with no way of approaching him except from his front, Guy could only slap the man upside the back of his head, “Don’t be a damned fool! Unless you can shift through walls or teleport objects at will, there ain’t been no opening for you to steal from me. You give that back to where you found it and get the hell out of here. We don’t steal for any reason! Not for gold, not for drink, not for anything. We can take care of ourselves without the likes of vermin such as you. Now apologize to everybody here you victimized with your pompous idiocy and lowlife criminalizing, especially Abia who has been nothing but kind to you and you tried to swindle her by stealing her ale, and dishonor her business ethics by buying even more with stolen property! Then, once you done that, get your sorry bleedin ass out of my town! You want to play robber, you can do that on someone else’s time!” Guy ripped his arrow back from the man, “and you can take your unwanted opinions and pet peeves with you!”