Stay silent and let Navi handle it

“So you’d rather go back on a given word?” Navi asked, walking around Haiz to stand beside Raanciel. Raanciel looked up at him. “How would that look for business? Promised 500 Epics and then charged 800 Epics after the fact? You think any other Royal Drake would do business with you after that shady deal gets out?” Navi crossed his arms. Raanciel opened his mouth to protest but Navi shot him a quick sharp look. Raanciel closed his mouth and bit his bottom lip.

“I didn’t give him my word,” Haiz growled angrily. “You did!”

“Hmm...I don’t know-- It's a Royal Drake’s word against yours...I wouldn’t trust you as far as I can throw you...and I’m sure I can toss you pretty far,” Navi said with a sharp tooth grin. Haiz crossed his arms.

“Fine!” He roared angrily. Raanciel took a step back as the high born drake suddenly glared at him. “500 Epics.”

“A-Ah...O-Okay...” Raanciel pulled a pouch from under the belt of his robes. He pulled out 2 purple coins, 4 blue coins, and 4 gold coins. “Here.” Raanciel held out the handful of coins and Haiz snatched it from him with a huff.

“Daegician purples, huh?” Haiz scoffed. “Whatever. Get out.” Haiz turned and walked away. “No more fucking cabbing drakes!” He threw over his shoulder before he disappeared behind a door to the left.

Raanciel looked up at Navi. “Th-Thanks for that...” Raanciel smiled. “I’m...not exactly good with confrontations...”

Navi gave a soft smile. “It’s no trouble at all Raan - can I call you Raan?” Raanciel’s face flushed.

“No one...has ever given me a nickname before...” Raanciel looked down and bit his lip. He looked up and gave a soft smile. “I’d like that.” Navi clapped a hand on Raanciel’s shoulder.

“Excellent! If anyone here gives you any trouble, you just let me know and I’ll handle them.” Navi grinned. Raanciel covered Navi’s hand with his smaller hand and nodded.

“Thank you, Navi.”

“Now...instead of a tour, how about we share a drink at the tavern?” Navi asked with a grin. Raanciel smiled and nodded.

“Sorry about Haiz. My friend was raised with skietz- uh...sorry....” Navi rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle.

“I’m not a Royal drake,” Raanciel said with a shake of his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

Navi took a deep breath. “Honestly, Haiz is a nice guy. We’ve been friends for years,” Navi said. Raanciel frowned.

“He called you dracolisk...some friend,” Raanciel mumbled. Navi shrugged.

“Now how about that drink?” Navi asked, gesturing towards the open barn door. “I’ll show you to the tavern.”