The Sea, Fishermen, and Sailors (3)

"...Yes, I lost my temper and did it. I'm terribly sorry."

I bowed deeply to the tavern owner, who was glaring at me furiously.

The waitress insisted to the owner that I had helped her and defended me, but there was no denying that I had gone on to cause a disturbance of my own, so there was no defending me on that score.

"Hey, wait, Grand. I'm the one who caused trouble for this elf brother first. This guy's not at fault."

Even the man I'd been fighting was defending me for some reason.

No. That's not it.

You were the person I was fighting, so you're in the position of being scolded along with me.

Why are you arbitrarily changing your stance?

But apparently the owner, the man called Grand, understood that much.

"No, Doryze. Of course you're at fault. How many times are you going to cause a commotion in my tavern? Huh? Childhood friend or not, I'll crack open that empty head of yours and kill you!"...