"We're not abandoning him." James said, draining the last of his beverage. "But we are getting kicked out of the tavern however this goes down.... I better stop him from killing the chef with his animal."

James rested his hand on his sword's hilt, and headed towards the back, hearing the chef shout something about treating his daughter how he wanted. This hit the knight too close to home.
"The hell you say?" he growled, grabbing him by the collar with his off hand. "You lay your hands on her just because you're her father? Just because of some broken glass? Daughters are worth more than some piece of property. Daughters are to be protected! That's final!"