"I do not see how it is any of your business as you don't own this eating house or the village." Mircea retorts and starts devouring her salmon.
The drunk man plops in the chair across her table. Rey's face appears torn between hurt and angry. It seems he wants to intervene and fight with him in Mircea's stead but he stops himself and stands in his place.
The drunk man laughs again loudly this time "Why are you hiding behind that little piece of cloth?" He leans ahead and stares into Mircea's hooded eyes.
"There is no sagacity in fighting with a drunk man." Mircea stands up pushing her plate away. She fishes some silver coins from her pocket and drops on the table. "I think this will be enough payment, Rey."
"Why are you leaving, if anybody should leave then it is this bastard." Rey states scowling at the man. The guy simply looks pleased by the inconvenience he has caused everyone in the house.
