Had he not been holding their drinks he would have facepalmed right now. The drunken soldiers had without hinder spotted the plainsman and one of them had grabbed him by the collar and appeared to be jibing him.
‘Aw crap can’t I drink in peace?’ Geitz thought.
Geitz had to quickly intervene.
“Oi! C’mon guys this isn’t Araphen, you can’t just rough up people wherever you see fit or else you will make the proprieties cry.”
‘Gah, how do you reason with drunkards?’
“And …well… yeh just look at him, he’s a kid not a horseman so you really have no business with this kid at all, so let’s all just sit down…yeh?”
Would using drunken logic calm these guys down? He would see in the next few moments.