You didn’t survive in the Mos Eisley Cantina by being nice, and Wuher was a survivor. The gruff bartender dispensed drinks to the spacers, moisture farmers and barflies escaping the Tatooine heat; did his best to enforce the seedy bar’s handful of rules (no droids and no settling fights with blasters); and avoided trouble, whether it began with trigger-happy patrons or stormtroopers investigating the latest incident.