The tension in the tavern escalated rapidly as the patrons sensed trouble brewing. Five burly men, fueled by anger and alcohol, rose from their tables with intimidating postures. They shouted angrily at Ashe and their group, their voices reverberating throughout the establishment. Two of them grabbed nearby bottles, smashing them into crude improvised weapons.

The other patrons in the bar, who had been enjoying their drinks and revelry moments ago, now looked on with wary anticipation. The cheerful atmosphere had transformed into a volatile and dangerous one, as the confrontation between the newcomers and the locals unfolded.

Some patrons hurriedly moved away from the epicentre of the conflict, seeking safety in the far corners of the tavern. Others exchanged uneasy glances and whispered amongst themselves, unsure of what would happen next. The air was thick with tension, and everyone braced for the impending clash between these two opposing forces.

As the confrontation in the tavern intensified, the thug with the broken wrist, clutching his injured arm in agony, suddenly made a desperate move. He stumbled away from the escalating chaos, heading toward the back of the tavern. With a loud shout, he called out a name that carried a weight of authority among the group of aggressive men.

"Boss! Boss! Trouble!!"

The name "Griff" echoed through the tavern, and the patrons couldn't help but glance at each other in uncertainty. It seemed that the injured thug was summoning their leader, a figure known to command respect and obedience among these unruly men.

The atmosphere in the tavern grew even tender as the situation took an unexpected turn. All eyes were now on the back of the tavern, awaiting the arrival of the boss. Unbeknownst for the party, the boss was known for their love of violence but as well, love of coin and keen mind.