[@Thinslayer] [@Darkwatck01]
The group of men could not help but stare at the two men who were obviously of nobility. "Hey you, reaper scum!" 

Ravadon took not a single moment of hesitation: "Ah, look, my humbled companion, the tavern wenches have called for our glory. Would you have them be displayed the honor of being defeated by the likes of us? Perhaps they need more glory shoved into them?"

Ravadon jested, in hopes to calm the situation. Alas, the tavernmen were not amused. "Oh yeah? Well how about you pay me back the 400 currencies you owe me, you <insert adult language here>?" 

The surprise on Ravadons face was great. He remembered owing a great deal of money to many people he robbed. But he couldn't remember the last time someone caught up to him, let alone a tavernman.   

"Oh really, why wouldn't I just wait for the guards to return?" Ravadon said.

When one of the men in the back yelled: 
"Because then you and your superior get carried out of here in bodybags!"

The fight was about to break out.