A surly visitor bashes open the door and barks a command in a strange language. He is a middle-aged Tian man who looks more anceint than he is. It is Lonjiku Kaijitsu. Patrons grow quiet and interested in their meals as he stalks further into the tavern, looking for someone . He notices the PCs and accuses them of endangering townsfolk with ill-advised antics against goblins and should have left defense to town guard and trained mercenaries. “Just what we need – filthy band of vigilante vagrants to attract even more trouble.”
Ameiko rushes in, her ladle dripping soup. She and her father argue in Minkaian. Enraged, Lonjiku tries to grab Ameiko’s hair, but she dodges his attempt, swings around and brains him with her ladle. Fish stock and potatoes splatter all over Lonjiku’s hair and clothes. He sputters and says: “You are as dead to me as your mother.” He storms out.
Ameiko is almost brought to tears. She picks up ladle, picks a hair out of it, says to Bethana: “I’ll need a well-cleaned ladle now, since jackass stew is not on the menu.” The inn erupts in cheers and applause.