The innkeeper came with a tray full of steaming bowls and placed them on the table. The bowl was filled with meat, peeled potatoes, and some vegetables. Aldred grabbed the wooden spoon and took a big bite. The taste improved his mood, and he wasn't angry anymore.
Surprisingly, the fat man came and looked at him. "Sorry about earlier. I think the alcohol got in my head."
Bartrem and the others were sitting at the edge of their seat all this time, ready to reinforce Aldred whenever necessary. But when they heard the fat man apologize, they relaxed and leaned on the chair.
Aldred sighed and shrugged. Since the man apologized, it would be stupid to be mad about it.
Mira smiled. "It's okay. People are irrational. Sometimes we become what we don't want to become and do things that we do not mean to do."
The fat man smiled and scratched the back of his neck. "Still, I have to apologize. Why don't you put the bills on my tab? I see all of you are soldiers from the look of your armor."