He Was The Best, Cheers!

Why is everyone in the tavern suddenly staring silently? 

My companions are acting weird too. The fruit fly is confused meanwhile the other seems livid. Does he have social anxiety or something? That would explain how he managed to make enemies out of a misunderstanding. Good thing I'm here. That's when the tavern keeper (I think) barks at us. 

"Who are you? What brings you here? What do you want from us? What's with the monster?"

Time to use my golden tongue to calmly answer all their questions. Actually, it seems they are staring at the fly. 

[Travelers. Apple cider. Apple cider. Apple Cider. Wait, are you guys scared of a little fly? HAHAHA Don't worry. That's a fruit fly. It just loves sweet things is all. It's completely harmless. It simply evolved thanks to mana. Here look…] 

I start petting its head. It looks at me in expectation wondering when we will taste whatever it is we are smelling.