The cuntant graces towards their unwelcoming table. He dodged the knight's leg, which kicked the air. He pulled one of the roaming skeletons to the seat beside their table while occupying one himself.

"Hoo~ tis mät be the first, ta see a noble in tis rest-houses. But ta see a blue one at dat… which familie you, boy?"

"I… none." the boy replies while gulping.

"none? Hmm~ na merch got dat coins to wear blue silk, is där?" the cuntant rises forward to touch the boy's coat but he moves back.

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"le's leave at dat." the racoon sits back down.

The knight clears his throat.

"Haven't your pa-coon and ma-coon teach you respect?"

"Oh je, they've. I'd dun things ta make ya think 'derwise?"

"Pay a knight his due esteem, you black-white ringed cat!"

"Hafn't yer lord tau't dat a noble precedes a lowly knight? I ain't a ringed cat, ya foot-for-head metal case!"

"THAT DOES IT, YOU--"

The plate banged on the table interrupting the argument.

"The damage that the tavern's things suffer will be proportional to the respected perpetrators' wallets." The Red-haired mistress announced with a smile facing Joodle, who returned it with a scowl.