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As the little imp scurried towards the door Geoff dropped his hand down on the creature's head, spinning Murmur's whole body round with a flick of his wrist. Gazing angrily into the unruly customer's eyes the half-troll could still see the smoke curdling inside them, a sure sign that the beast hadn't overcome the influence of the pixie blood yet. Normally he'd offer a free shot of fresh unicorn milk to help relieve the symptoms of the pixie blood poisoning, but with the mood he was in Geoff just lifted his hand away from the imp's head and gave him a shove towards the door with his boot.

In his state the imp couldn't have lit a match, let alone starting the blaze the barman had just had to deal with. Turning his attention towards the rest of the crowd Geoff let his eyes wander over them all one-by-one. The culprit had yet to come forward, and if they hadn't surrendered themselves right away it was most likely they wouldn't do so now. 

With an angry snort of resignation Geoff stomped back over to the bar, slipping back to his regular spot behind the pumps and lay his stave down on the bar top with an ominous thump. For several seconds he didn't move a muscle, simply waiting for his rage to settle before finally looking up at his gathered customers. [color=39b54a]"Right, who's thirsty?"[/color] He asked in his usual friendly tone.