Disclaimer: The Professor built Middle-earth, but we built the pub.
Author's Note: A little trip to our pub in Minas Tirith for the 'outside' challenge.
"No harm was meant." Hands raised, palms uppermost: a gesture of peace and of appeasement.
"You spilled my drink!"
"I stumbled. I'll pay for the drink. Hai, barkeep!" Hand to the purse at his belt, careful not to seem to reach for blade. Wolf-eyes watchful, ready to defend.
"That's not the point! You ruined my jerkin, clumsy oaf. What're you going to do about it?"
"It seems I cannot placate you." The scuffle would be quick and he would not harm the belligerent drinker overmuch. Hand to skin-bound hilt, ready to fight.
"Then perhaps we should take this outside, Northman."