"…" The owner of the tavern was also the village elder in the Silver Valley.
A man in his eighties, hunched back, light-skinned. Silent and authoritative to the people of the village.
He was standing outside with Graves, looking at the tavern being cleaned by men that Graves had brought along with him.
"…" The elder looked at Graves and stayed silent.
"I apologise, elder… but since our highness is really generous, he's given us strict instructions that none of the people of the village is to be harmed, and also…the cleaning part too," Graves said.
"…" The elder again stayed silent and kept staring at him.
"But our prince is generous. Really generous. He can even compensate for any psychological damages suffered, if there were any." Graves felt a little awkward and looked ahead, seeing the butchered Yarrow being packed up in rags, and his blood being burned by the magicians.
"Or we can improvise this tavern, or build a new one, if you say so," Graves continued.
