"You should really look into selling these caõs. These are really rare now and you can easily get over 5,000 daq per Caõ" The bartender explains. "Wait, actually? So they're worth around 2,500 of themselves?" Hef asks and the lady nods. She hands him the caõ back but hands him a water anyway, along with an oatmeal cookie.
Hef stares at all 3 items silently. He looks at the lady "I can't accept the water, cookie or the information." He slides the food and water back to her, she frowns. Just then, a loud voice booms through the tavern "HEF, YOU'RE UNDER ARREST, COME FOWARD!" He turns around on the stool to see his dad in handcuffs and two Gaurds holding him up, with 3 more ready for him.
He slide of the stool, burying the caõ into his pockets and a small piece of the cookie then walk towards the Gaurds slowly. They brutally grab his shoulders and pull his hands behind his back, locking the metal chains on his wrists. They shove Hef and his father out the door and into the bright sunlight where everyone out there can watch the scene.