It wasn't easy for Doryn to admit to a mistake,-- not<em>honestly</em>, at any point,-- the odds were that if Sir Aelland was playing at the humble and unassuming role then he was gaming you and setting you up for a fall. Genuine actual contrition, though, just didn't come to the Northman all that easily and he quite honestly didn't even<em>realize</em>that he'd left something out of his statement until the Elf actually apologized for his role in everything that had happened. It earned a bit of a quirked brow from Doryn, who naturally assumed that Lord Talion was up to something. Only when Hani assured the Elf that he was not at fault, that he hadn't done anything wrong,-- a summary that he had to agree with as certainly all of the mistakes tonight had come on his end, starting with actually<em>inviting the Elf to his table when he was expecting Hani</em>,-- did Doryn finally make the connection and realize just what game Eithirdir was playing at...<br/><br/>...it actually earned a bit of a snort from the Northman, even as he ran through everything in his head, at least until he actually<em>thought about</em>the things that he'd realized. Not only had he acted the fool and insulted Hani and Mercy both, but if he was honest with himself, his mistakes ran back even further than that. Everything about how he'd interacted with the beautiful Innkeeper's daughter had been in error, and while the correct choice of action would have been to simply- as was his own rule,-- keep everything professional: it was far too late for that now.<br/><br/>"I am a fool," he said, frowning, looking genuinely contrite as he looked over at Hani. He could see in her eyes just what the Elf had been getting at, that he really needed to apologize, and worse he was fairly sure that Hani was both of the exact same opinion and rather miffed that he hadn't already. Much of the damage was already done, of course, but Doryn did what he could: which in this case consisted of falling down to his knees and looking up at the innkeeper's daughter with beseeching eyes. "Please, I beg your forgiveness, not merely for tonight,-- where I acted like a blind dumb cad,-- but for how I've been treating you all these months."<br/><br/>He wouldn't have cared who walked in on him at the moment...<br/><br/>...which was good, because it was at that precise moment that the door opened again and in walked Hani's Father.<br/><br/>"Please, Hani, I cannot demand your forgiveness,-- only ask for it,- and you, Sir!" Doryn said, glancing over at Hani's father. "I owe you my apology. I have dishonored your daughter! Your establishment! Even our buisness relationship! It was not my intention, but it was the overall results of my action and I--"<br/><br/>"--get off the floor, you damned chill-hearted bastard," Hani's father said, so strongly-- and gruffly,-- that Doryn did just that. Though the Northman's actual demeanor changed but a little, even though part of him realized that he'd probably overdid it a little. Still, that was who he was, and it wouldn't be the first time that his antics had gotten him in trouble. "Now, my dove, what exactly does Sir Aelland mean when he says that he<em>dishonored</em>you? Should I be getting my Ax? I rather hope not. I'd rather not find a new provider for our wine."<br/><br/>His attention falling, lightly, on the elf in whose hand his daughter's is resting.<br/><br/>It's rather obvious that the old gruff man looks, more than anything else, rather dubious at this entire situation.