While walking to the tavern Ionathan realised how much he missed his wife. It had been years since his last such adventure, not since his family. He was beginning to miss them greatly, he could still recall his wife’s smile, the sound of her laughter. He had only to close his eyes to see her, with her long dark hair and those misty brown eyes. He stared into dirt just ahead of his feet, lost in thoughts. 

Until Ajax ripped the door open, apparently unaware of how doors work. Inside, the tension was as thick as expected. Ionathan now started to regret wearing the tabard, its bright colours and rampant lion were turning heads, men whispering to each other while gazing at him like they would look at some pompous noble.

"As for the door...It resisted."

‘That’s not how to decrease tensions after breaking into the man’s establishment’ Ionathan thought to himself, making his way towards the front of the group. 

Emil made a much better attempt to calm the man much to Ionathan’s relief and after seeing the owner hesitate by slightly lowering his weapon, Ionathan now decided to go in and seal the deal.
  
Going into his belt pouch he brought out a freshly minted coin putting it on the bar in front of his so he could inspect it. He had no doubt that the promise of coin would help de-escalate any tensions. 

“I will compensate you for the door. We are only here for a night’s sleep, nothing more”