Hathon reached for the ring, taking it from the shellshocked Bolton. "... Well, there's only booze, drits, and seasonings here. For the owner of a pub, that's exactly what I'd expect."
As the crowd heard Hathon, they all refocused on the pinned-down mercenary. Clearly, these two people were strong, and some people even knew who Bolton was. Seeing this unknown man holding him down was jarring and intriguing. Who wouldn't be excited for them to have another strong expert in the town? And the mention of Bil's pub perked all of their ears up since they didn't even have a full sit-down restaurant in Boarril, let alone a bar.
"Got anything to say, Bolton?" Hathon asked, tossing the ring back to Bil. "If not, I'm going to need to take you in for questioning."
"... I'll go willingly. No need for shackles." Bolton groaned as he stopped fighting altogether.
