The next day. Siderius flung a silver coin onto the bar counter.
The bartender widened his eyes but still took the silver coin.
"You know your room was less than a silver." The bartender said.
"I know. But you didn't kick us out after that commotion. Consider this as a token of appreciation." Siderius said.
The bartender nodded. "Not every patron is as understanding as you are. Dunn crossed the line but your group didn't back down as well.
Consider me your friend as well. You will always be welcome at the Crossroads Inn."
The bartender reached out his hand. "Jayce of Scalize. I am the owner of this humble inn."
Siderius shook his hand. "Siderius. Wanderer. If we are friends, you can contact me if you're in trouble. I'll make your trouble disappear."
"You're a sellsword?" Jayce said. Mercenary was a common profession in Everia so he had asked that for a reason.
"Not a sellsword. I only deal with the supernatural. You can think of me as a specialized hunter."
