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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bannock" data-source="post: 5562283" data-attributes="member: 6667040">Bannock is squinting at the bullseye about to make his next throw in the game of Axe-or-a-dram when he notices he can hear the whistle in his nose as he breathes, which strikes him as a bit odd. Then he hears Sargeant Smythe's words, so he turns around. He sees that half the bar is standing with their hands on their swords, and they're all giving a dirty look to one poor lanky sod holding a bow.He gives Alric a punch and says, "Whoa ho! Looks like a fight's brewin'! I wouldn't want to be that bloke."It takes him another moment or two, in the obscured firelight of the bar, to realize that the lone figure standing in opposition to everyone else is in fact Arnir."Oh. Great."Despite losing, he was enjoying his little game with the dwarves. He sees Arnir's look, and while he's typically inclined to let two men fight it out, it's not typical that the result determines whether or not he gets to spend the night in a dungeon, and he doesn't fancy Arnir's chances.He grabs a shot of dram and walks over beside the Sargeant."Elves, right? Always full of fancy talk and thinkin' they's superior and such! Listen Sargeant, this one I know. I've had to drag him all the way from Gate Pass and lemme tell you more than once I came about as close as you are now to cavin' his fast-talking head in. Don't know how I lasted. But I did last, and this is me and me friends' first night in with a warm roof over our 'eads in weeks. I can't say I want to have to end such celebratory occasion on the floor of the basement in your master's keep. I'd be much obliged to you and your men, skillful guardsmen all no doubt, if you'd let this slide, chalk it up to the elf being a little addled from the road, and let us handle him. You boys should be free to get drunk and go home with some fair lasses. No point in ruining the evening having to drag a bunch of tired travelers to jail. How about it? Have a drink on me."As he finishes he places the shot of dram in the drunken Sargeant's hand and closes the man's fingers around the cup for him.</blockquote>

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