Everyone Immidiately drew their bladed weapons, pointing swords at Damian from all directions and all areas of the tavern.
The man on the counter Looked at Damian for a decent bit of time. Taking a look at his weapons and armor, He seemed to be an adventurer or a mercenary trying to prove themselves.
But he also seemed to be able to beat that guy pretty easily. Men were outside yet they didn't enter meaning he probably had backup.
This wasn't a normal case of a noisemaker that could just be killed and swept under the rug, but seeing a few of his men get closer, they seemed to think it was.
"Stop. Put your weapons away." A simple command and they did as he said, begrudgingly bringing their sword back into their sheaths.
"You're actually going to give me a chance to speak? Though this was going the other way for a moment."
Damian didn't much care if he did have to fight, but he didn't want to start ruckus before even meeting his employer.
