Shuffling his hands around the counter, Borgate the barkeep in Banes tavern, the Fluffy sheep, was a drunk little dwarf. He was searching for a glass to serve his customer.
His customer, a man wearing a brown coat, leather gloves, leather boots, and a brown hood. His mouth could be seen, along with a slight stubble in the surrounding skin.
Borgate, in his drunken state, dropped a full pint into this customers lap. He couldn't even apologize properly, instead he said "Argh ye blas *hic* dr *hic* ahh the poor wimpl *hic* ers."
The hooded man stood up and grabbed the drunken dwarf by the collar, he seemed to be examining him. Borgate kept blabbering on about fairies or something while squirming within the mans grasp. His pants began to drop with this squirming, and some glasses were knocked over. This is course caused many even louder than Borgate's screaming crashes. It sounded like your typical bar brawl.
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