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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Thels" data-source="post: 1163954" data-attributes="member: 12176">Laughter erupts as the farting sound appears from Derk. Thorgan doesn't seem as happy however, tossing another mug, hitting the mercenary on the head. "Keep yer stinky smells to yerself!"Derk instantly rises to his feet, approaching Thorgan: "Listen, you stupid dwarf! I can forgive you for being too stupid to realize I was framed. Hell would have to freeze over before I would forgive you tossing that second mug at me. I'll make you pay for that!"Thorgan kicks his chair away as he rises to his full three and a half feet height: "Heh, don't think ye can impress me like that, young brat! Most fools insult a dwarf once during their lifetime and always close to the end of it. Let's go outside and settle this matter. Unless of course yer as chicken as that selfproclaimed princeboy over there.", nodding at Damien as he talks.There's some cheering coming from the table the dwarf was just sitting at. The halfelven woman seems to cheer most: "Yeah. Go get that pig, Thorgan!"The two elves and the halfelf try to keep a low profile, not making a single sound or gesture. The maids hurry themselves to behind the bar. The barkeep seems to check something beneath the bar.</blockquote>