The bar goes quiet as the challenge is issued. Sargeant Smythe turns from his spot at the bar, clearly not fazed by the threat and says: "Listen ere Elf. I may be drunker than a sailor in port but even I ain't dumb enough to call out a soldier in a room full o' soldiers. You draw a weapon in ere and you n' yer friends are lookin' at a long night on the cold stones of the Keep's dungeons."
About 25 soldiers stand up from their various tables and put hands on the hilts of their weapons. Towards the back of the room, Brondwyn throws down an axe in frustration and cries out: "Smythe! If ya wanna bloody up yer knuckles with this ere traveller, then yer takin' it outside. By Moradin's hammer yer spoilin' my fine game!"
About 25 soldiers stand up from their various tables and put hands on the hilts of their weapons. Towards the back of the room, Brondwyn throws down an axe in frustration and cries out: "Smythe! If ya wanna bloody up yer knuckles with this ere traveller, then yer takin' it outside. By Moradin's hammer yer spoilin' my fine game!"
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