It was moments like this when Yaotzin should have probably done some self-reflection. What had brought him to the middle of the town, with a handful of men squaring off with him, swords drawn, in the middle of what he believed to be a rather lovely, sunny afternoon?
The last time Yaotzin had bought an entire town round after round of alcohol, he'd wandered out everyone's friend. They'd smiled and cheered, waved merrily as he sauntered off down the street. Wearing his soldier skin, so they didn't think he was actually some manner of immortal monster, but still.
He wore that same persona now. Pretty blonde hair gave way to sharp blue eyes and perfect cream skin. He looked physically fit, with a sword at his hip and expensive armor wrapped around him. Chain and leather. It wasn't just the armor that made him feel stifled, though, it was the entire persona, but he'd suffered through it for a good time. Or... what he'd thought was a good time.
Right up until what he believed was the local blacksmith storming in and dragging him out, tossing him into the main street. The man was furious, spouting off something about his daughter. No names, so that wasn't particularly helpful, and all the women had been ushered into their homes. At least, all the attached ones. "Really, gentlemen, I don't know what all the fuss is about..." he said, though Yaotzin was starting to suspect he was speaking a foreign language. Even with his arms out to the side, palms up in what he thought was a peaceful gesture, their faces kept getting redder and the blacksmith jabbed his hammer in Yaotzin's direction menacingly.
"You came into town and you bright this evil with you!"
Yaotzin wasn't sure what evil, but he wasn't sure asking would help. A chorus of agreement rang around him though, so the situation was souring quickly. He was beginning to suspect he'd have to play dead after they pretend beat him up.
"Emptying the tavern of alcohol, tempting our wives, sisters, sons and daughters with your wiles!"
He still wasn't hearing the bad part. Was the man working up to it?