Before the man could respond Ariadne had a knife against his neck, the other lingering near the small dagger the man was carrying. "I don't know if you know the reputation of the Rangers, but my knife can move far quicker than your hand or your friends can, tell them to back off."<br/><br/>"I think it's time for everyone to leave," came a gruff voice from the direction of the bar. There were some loud grumbles from around the bar. "If you think you haven't had your fill yet I'm sure my royal friend here will be happy to...discuss your complaint."<br/><br/>A few of the patrons seemed to steal a glance at Ariadne, before thinking better of causing a scene and heading to the door, along with the man who had struck Daric once Ariadne had let him go. She turned to see Merrick escorting an especially grumpy dwarf out, catching the tail-end of a discussion. "I know Doran, there is never enough alcohol to take your mind off work, you can try again another night." With that the stout older man shut the door, stretching just high enough to bolt it, before going to the bar for their drinks and heading towards them.<br/><br/>"Merrick, I've told you about divulging who I am in this bar," Ariadne said to him, more frustrated than annoyed. "I am capable of protecting you without people expecting something of me that I am not."<br/><br/>"My apologies Ariadne," the man said, offering her a brief embrace before turning to Daric and putting out his hand. "My name is Merrick, this place is my home and my inn." He let out a sigh as he saw the hand on the floor. "I swear it is not usually THIS unpleasant though."