It was with the breaking of the chair that Clarus remembered that they were in a public place, and there was indeed a bouncer watching them apprehensively as if trying to figure out what exactly to do about the geriatric throwdown.

The Shield was the first to stand, brushing any dirt off himself and reaching for his wallet to offer a decent sum to the bouncer. "We'll be out of your hair. Sorry for the mess. This should cover it."

He turned expectantly to Cor, giving him a look that told him to behave or else, and then made his way out of the tavern. They could talk outside.