So I go to the Pony today, got a little work done, decided to take a break. I would have gone to the Dragon's Den, but the boss is getting tired of me and free drinks. Anyway, I head to the bar, couple of others there talking. Turns out they're talking in Dalish. Well, obviously I know Dalish, so I turn to them, try to strike up a bit of friendly conversation, should never pass an opportunity to talk to your own kind see. Problem is, they aren't so much for talking, but I'm not about to give up just like that am I?
So the big one; seems like the boss, he comes up to me, grabs me by the scruff of the neck and starts with his threats, get lost or I'll all this, that and the other. Every ones heard them all before, not all that creative. Besides, this one, he's forgotten one of the big rules, shouldn't pick a fight with a stranger should you. He doesn't know what I have up my sleeve, literally. Turns out this time I was a knife, I was lucky, last time it was some dried meat I'd saved from a meal. Anyway, I decide to play nice, I could gut him now, but where would the fun in that be? So I le him know the facts, he can tried kill me but I'll be sure to carve something obscene into his stomach, or something like that, It don't matter really.
He shoves me back away from him, turns out he has enough sense to not let me sink a knife in his belly. Him and the other one; dumb looking fellow, stand there, still threatening me, how they'll beat me into the floor, things like that. All so boring, I point out that they'll have to catch me first, and good luck to them on that one!
A third one arrives, a woman I've seen around once I think, now she seems to be the boss. She's got that Dalish military officer written all over her, such a shame really. Now the big one who grabbed me is still talking big from where he's standing, but so far he ain't backed it up yet, so I stand my ground for now, I've seen his type before, seen 'em burn, seen 'em scream. Should be interesting to see what he does. Anyway this woman, she starts towards me, just as another approaches the bar. She turns and walks out straight away at this, but I defiantly heard a sword sheath go, she was gonna draw her blade on me cheeky cow.
So she's gone and it's down to two now. I warn the new lad to shift out the way, silly sod goes ahead and goes to square up to the big one, turns out to be a bloody watcher! Ain't no fighter though, that's obvious. Got guts at least for a Bree-lad. Anyway, the big one loses it, he comes for me, some lumbering north-man who reckons he's a bloody Bard-Hirding or something. Well I ain't gonna give him a chance, like I said, he'd have to catch me!
I'm straight over that bar, not so elegantly I'll admit, but it works. The watcher get's shoved out the way and the dumb fellow has gone after the woman, so now it's only the big one. He flings a bloody chair at me, sends me and the barkeeper for cover that does. That is till she appears in the bloody door! Now by this time the watchers got him some kind of cudgel out, and is going for it with the big one, seemingly losing. I have an idea from the big one's attack, and start getting myself all the bottles and mugs I kind find and start pelting them from behind the bar. Gotta say I was having a grand time of it all, watching all those things bouncing of them and smashing all over the place. Now the dumb one charges the watcher, so he comes under fire from my satisfying barrage.
In the end the woman leaves, tells the others to go as well, but they stay anyway, as if they would leave this! So now the other two are laying into the watcher, he seems to be holding his own for now, and my attacks aren't quite as, quite as dramatic as I'd like. So I get creative. I get myself a strip of apron of that Butterbur, mind he wasn't to happy but what can you do? I soak it in alcohol from behind the bar, and I stick that in my beloved whisky. And voila! Instant firebomb! I hoped I wouldn't have to waist my bottle, but needs must I guess. I warn 'em what I'll do, that I'll see them inflames if they continue. The big one come 'round the counter, maybe not as smart as I thought. I pelt that at him and I'm over the bar again before he can do anything. It was beautiful, he bursts up into flames all pretty, and doesn't even realize right off!
So while he's rolling on the floor I go to grab the watcher and get out of there. I know I shouldn't have, but he seemed alright for one of them. Bastard hits me on the back of the head! Well I'm knocked to the floor, and that big bastard is coming for me. I try to get to my feet, and I'm just able to dodge another blow from that bastard watcher. Then out of bloody nowhere another one get's stuck in, charges the big one, saves me from a foot to the face he did. Sends the watcher flying as well. I give him a punch in the throat as he goes down, cheeky bastard, after I tried to help him! Problem is the stranger grabs me, bloody jaws me and I'm out of it by the fireplace. Then that bastard goes and tries to fling me into the bloody thing! I will admit the irony wasn't lost on me. Anyway I roll myself out and he's got stuck in on the others with a chair, at least I thought he did, that blow to the head made everything hard to remember. Fortunately that fire jerks me back into this world.
As much as I want to get stuck in again, you need to know when you've had it, I'd have been fighting on my own, and that big one had a sword, maybe the dumb one as well, I can't remember quite. Next bloody thing I know, a crazed dwarf barrels in with a crossbow, screaming and bellowing at the lot of them. I reckon he works for the boss, that'd have made sense perhaps, but I don't know. Anyway I don't hang about, I'm on my feet and up the stairs to a back door, laughing all the way. I said they wouldn't catch me! And I was bloody right, survivors will always get away. Still, better make a note about watcher. The others were an honest fight, but he hit a man trying to help him, that just ain't right.
