"Rick! Are you okay?" Alicia asked, worried when she saw me lying on the ground.
My nose throbbed from the impact, and I could feel blood running from my nostril. Even so, I managed to tell her, "I'm fine, Alicia."
"Oh, my bad," the man who had opened the door said, looking down at me.
He was tall, with brown hair and a sturdy beard—probably around two meters tall. His body was muscular, like that of a man accustomed to hard physical labor.
I got up from the ground and said, "No, the mistake was mine. I shouldn't have been standing right at the entrance of someone else's establishment."
The man looked Alicia and me over for a moment and then asked, "Hmm, I don't recall seeing you two around here. Are you travelers?"
"Y-Yes," I answered.
"If that's the case, I'd appreciate it if you didn't go around speaking badly about our town over a small accident. My name is Joseph, the owner of this tavern. I can offer you and the young lady a free dinner as an apology. What do you say?"
