I fought the urge to throw up as someone grabbed hold of the back of my shirt. I closed my eyes and screwed up my face against the oncoming blow.
"Leave 'im alone..." said a voice. It belonged to the man who had hold of my shirt. He shoved me through the door of the tavern before I could get a good look at him. Inside, I turned and saw who it was.
"Shut up and act like you've never seen me before in your life," he whispered into my ear. I did as he said, and felt the tip of his knife pressing into the small of my back.