Sinder nods and sets a gold coin upon the table. 
[color=ed145b]Tab and advance on the damages...Well, Lets go kill 'em.[/color]

Standing to his full height of three feet, he picks up the sword twice his size in one hand and starts to walk out, staggering a bit from ten shots of whiskey in the mug. It would clear up soon enough once the fight started, if this was even going to be a fight. Halfway out the tavern the Small man broke out into a hard run like a drunk goat as he dropped the sword off his shoulder with enough force to cut a pig in half right outside the doorway into the wall of the tavern. They saw three, that didnt mean there wasent one with his back against the wall for a surprise attack. 

If there was a fourth, then he would only be half the man he used to be if he was wearing anything less than chainmail armor. If he was just swinging at the air, then the drunken swing would still rattle the wall as an act of drunken intimidation. Either way he was going to push the aggressive. 

[color=9e0b0f]Three on two and you're drunk, nice watching you get killed. Think they'll skin you for demon parts? Think they know a cock merchant for all your organs?[/color]