Daric looked at the men and the other patrons as they left, he didn’t expected them to make a scene and he felt guilty for robbing everyone of their drink, especially that dwarf. “Give me a minute he said before rushing to the door as he saw the dwarf leave “hey! Doran was it? Here take this” He said lightly tossing a bottle to the dwarf “home specialty from my inn, sorry for the commotion so take that as my compensation!” Before the dwarf can reply he rushed back inside to see everyone who’s left “I’m sorry for that, didn’t expect it to happen. As an innkeeper myself that was unacceptable” he looked away, rubbing his head. He turned to Ariadne for a moment and raised an eyebrow “and did he just called you a royal?”<br/><br/>He turned to Merrick apologetically and bowed, his right hand on his left chest “Daric, an Innkeeper from the capital” he said “I’m so sorry for what happened, I don’t usually make this kind of ruckus either” he picked up the hand and put t away in his pouch “I’ll throw it away somewhere later”