Maren slammed his mug down hard, making the table crack and his beer to wash over the rim.
"That piece of shit," he slurred, his face red and eyes unfocused. "That worthless, no-name bastard."
The bar around him was mostly empty, a few regulars scattered at the far tables who had already learned to ignore the angry drunk in the corner. The bartender wiped a glass and watched him like he had seen this exact scene a hundred times before.
Maren didn't care who was listening.
The humiliation from the guild hall replayed in his head on an endless loop, Hajin's hand clamped over his mouth, his feet kicking in the air, being forced to look at that beastkin girl and apologize like some whipped dog.
"Who the fuck does he think he is?" He grabbed the mug again and threw back the rest of his beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Grabbing me like that, in front of everyone. Making me say sorry to some animal."
