Ad aspera

Having assessed the likelihood of obtaining useful information from the hecklers, players, or brawlers, Dunkaniël decided that it was best to stay on the edge of the counter. Of course, the bruises might affect his work tomorrow, but so what? He's not a superior race, can't he handle some monkeys? And it's not like there's no reason to be stubborn, but there is. As long as his family is missing, there are definitely reasons to endure.
This, of course, all flashed through his mind subconsciously as the "goblin" shifted, settling in more comfortably and preparing to dodge the blows. Not too obtrusively, of course, so as not to provoke his tormentors. He could occasionally twitch amusingly or even stumble, falling to the floor – it wouldn't matter.
-- They're bullying me, -- he said to the bartender after another "incident." -- Ugh, if only I knew how to fight, I'd give them a piece of my mind and they'd leave me alone, but who would teach me... -- the ugly fellow sighed.

"Not a single lazy passerby paid any "attention" to Dunkaniël. For the most part, it was limited to rough shoves, and he managed to dodge serious attempts to harm him, but one of the patrons took a particular dislike to him and landed a strong blow to his kidneys.
Dunkaniël [47/60]
The whiskey they poured him is a potent drink, harsh, strong, it burns his throat, but it warms him from the inside. The piece of pork leg doesn't seem entirely fresh, but it's been cooked well enough, so he probably won't get poisoned. At least, it will allow him not to get too drunk.
+10% unique damage absorption for all damage types until the end of the day. (additional multiplier, does not stack)
Permanent effect -- misfortune

-- Ehma! They're bullying him, the one sitting in the aisle. See those fine fellows, -- one of the "fine fellows" is currently slamming the second one against the wall with his foot and is now applying makeup to his face with his fists. -- They'll teach him a lesson...
He paused, took a sip of beer, and suddenly continued, quieter.
-- I see you're not poor... Did you hear about the new decree? Now we can all walk around with daggers or swords. But those who needed to, already did, and those who didn't, won't be able to handle it anyway, and they'll be beaten to death even with a stone. The king, it seems, really likes to indulge our brethren with freedoms so that it's easier to reach into their pockets. And what am I getting at? I can point you to people who can teach you a thing or two about using sharp objects. But information is also a currency.

Unus notices that the elder is talking to a woman. He approaches them and, introducing himself as an old man, asks about the monster, ignoring the woman's presence.

The elder looks at Unus with confusion, then at Kotori, then back at Unus, takes a swig from a bottle of strong liquor, and, in a very polite tone, but with the same awful accent, tells the "noble knight" the same thing he just told Kotori.