"NO FIGH'IN', elf. You mess th' bar, I mess yar face, eh? You wants a fight, take it out thar," he says, pointing back out the front door.
With that, the barman swipes Mal's 2 gold and Hatchet's single gold piece. "An' 20 silver for the broke bot'le yer machinehead is chewin'." Grudgingly...