"Sir, are you busy?" A familiar tone sounded out.
Before William could even answer, the inn-keeper stepped in the chamber. At first that invasive gesture was rude, but one glimpse was enough to spot a legitimate reason.
The other was rolling a barrel through the door, and the slushy sounds it splattered, gestured that quite some strength was necessary to man-handle it. In other words, he wasn't physically able to have decent manners at the moment.
As he pushed forward, the inn-keeper explained. "This grape ale here is yours now, consider it a gift from the inn. After what happened this morning, you're too kind to be staying here in the first place, I feel embarrassed."
While the bald, pot-bellied man rolled the woodcraft further in, William stated. "If it wasn't for this private chamber, I wouldn't even consider staying here, honestly. Anyway it wasn't really your fault, those guys were just stupid."
