The commotion outside the tavern had grown larger, and Arijen noted the arrival of more of the cloaked men who appeared to be watching over the events carefully. Suddenly, he felt a shove from the side, sending him backwards onto the plaza floor, he instinctively reached for his sword, in anticipation to block an oncoming strike from the figure looming above. Yet it appeared the man has no intention of attack, and instead held out a hand. 
 "Apologies, my sight was focused on other things and did not see you" the man said as he outstretched his arm. Somewhat cautious of the hand, Arijen jumped up effortlessly, "likewise" he said with a small chuckle as he studied the stranger, noting the difference in appearance compared to the armour-clad men, "I suppose one can't be too careful, with all these dark-cloaks about"