"I would say that with skills of yours, you wouldn't need to find a job. You could just thrive off the pockets of men. eh?"
"Now, how about you return the money now, and report you? That simple. Or, another option would to run and I assure you, you won't get far. Or you could fight. And let me say, you won't last long." Lander says with a stern voice.
"I can pretend it never happened if you give it back now, maybe even let you keep a silver because of your skill. I almost didn't feel it. Takes a lot to do that."
"whatever you do, it's your choice, and your consequences."
Lander glances to the bartender, "didn't I order an ale?"