He did not, in fact, receive his drink - something he was becoming somewhat resigned to at the Hanged Man since Flora had abdicated management - but given the familial drama underway he was not inclined to protest. The young Dragoon was making... choices, and Hadama watched impassively but without external judgment as the young man raised his voice loud enough for even those at the bar to hear what was going on.
It could have gone worse, in the end. The only blood spilled was not the kind that needed cleaning up with a mop and bucket, and therefore it was none of the King of Torchline's business. The 'vibe' of the party had, unfortunately, been rather thoroughly dampened and Hadama was not particularly well suited to raise it again.
He contemplated the empty space behind the bar and then the door, but it would not do to leave the birthday party so underattended. So he remained, offering the triplets what support his silent presence could bring until they were ready to close it down.
Or some new emergency required the Tidebreaker's presence elsewhere.
It could have gone worse, in the end. The only blood spilled was not the kind that needed cleaning up with a mop and bucket, and therefore it was none of the King of Torchline's business. The 'vibe' of the party had, unfortunately, been rather thoroughly dampened and Hadama was not particularly well suited to raise it again.
He contemplated the empty space behind the bar and then the door, but it would not do to leave the birthday party so underattended. So he remained, offering the triplets what support his silent presence could bring until they were ready to close it down.
Or some new emergency required the Tidebreaker's presence elsewhere.
