Feeling a bit pressured, Brondwyn holds his tongue and concentrates on hitting the target with the next axe. He whips the axe out of his hand and it smacks the centre of the bullseye with a hard crack. His Dwarven buddies cheer and empty their tankards and a couple soldiers in the back call out: "Fine shot Brondwyn! Show the outsider how its done in East Watch!"
As Alric's grin melts away, Brondwyn cracks a small smirk to fill the void. "Leadin' by one I is. Ye fellas have it in ya to keep goin'? If not I'll kindly take tha keg ye owe me now."
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At the table, the lead guard steps back a bit and puts his hand on the hilt of his sword when Arnir makes strange gestures and utters odd words. "Oy!" he yelps, "what are ye a wizard or sumfin?" He looks around in mild terror at the strange sounds before blinking a few times and shaking his head to clear the noise. His friends look more frightened than annoyed and step back a bit, leaving the lead guard alone near the table. "Nice little trick Elf, but it'll take a bit more n' scary noises to scare Sargaent Smythe." he says pointing to his chest with his thumb. "I uh ... let ye off this time as ye must be friends with the Baron's mage and I ain't gonna bite the lordling's hand that feeds me. No sir. Not fer a stinkin mageling and a worn out whore. Ye can keep her!" He laughs and stumbles back to the bar.
Eager to slay the awkwardness in the tavern, the innkeeper calls out: "How about a song?!" He then launches into a terribly tone deaf version of a country ditty which is quickly cut off by a call from somewhere in the crowd: "Put a cork in 'er Vanderson! Nobody comin' to yer pub to hear a goat bein' slaughtered!" Laughter erupts through the tap room and the visibly flushed innkeep ceases his song and returns to pouring drinks.