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One foot in front of the other i walk through the group of patrons in guild saloon. My spurs clink and clank as i make my way to the bar counter. I arrive at a stool, i don't bother looking the bartender in the eye, he's cowering too much for that anyway. Once i'm perched and have my hands on the bar counter i tell em, "Yer strongest drink."
After a second the bartender seems to steel his nerve. I was expecting a shot glass but he slaps this mug in front of me and glares. I take the mug and take a sip. Not surprising to me i don't really feel much in my mouth, just enough to tell this is stronger than any beer or cerveza i've been served. "This'll do." I say giving the bartender a nod, and taking off my mask, I start dipping my fingers into the booze and rubbing them under my chin. I repeat the process under my shirt before the new breastplate an rest my elbows on the counter once i'm done.
The glaring hasn't gotten lighter but nobody's made a move yet. Until i hear the clinking of metal armor behind me. "Well now 'enry. I figured you bold on the trail but how are you not minding sitting in a tavern where half the patrons are looking at you ready to swing?" I keep a hand on the bar and look back to see Iwanna and Izzilra behind me. "Ah, you two. Yeah, ain't no different from sittin at a poker table with bad comp'ny. Heard from Carcina i'd have a payday soon."
"Aye, the loot from them bandits you took down. . . And Durwald." *Iwanna sighed.* "Talk about stepping out of line at the wrong time."
"Who?"
"He was a registered guildie. One who was stupid enough to join the bandits for some extra coin it seems." Izzilra explains. When i notice at least two people getting up from their seats and coming over. I can tell they're already reaching for weapons, and by the way they're ignoring the third man at their table i can tell this isn't gonna have a peaceful resolution.
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>You may roll your 1d100's pre-emptively, but give me actions.
