[i][u]-Darcyn-[/u][/i]

The Orc Hunter narrowed his eyes. "[i]...make it hard to understand people...why would I want to fight you? That would be a stupid idea...[/i]" This little brat was mocking him! Saying he couldn't understand him because he was too ale ridden. Saying that the great Darcyn was too weak to fight him! "Why ye...!" He snarled, drawing a fist back. Throwing the punch, he accidentally clipped one of his drinking buddy's nose. There was a horrific shout as the bone snapped, and soon a all brawl was forming. Darcyn in the middle, pummeling and being pummeled. Drunkenly cursing peasant farmer and fat, rich merchants. For as Darcyn saw the world, so the world must be. Several other men waded in, breaking up the fight and throwing the perpetrators out of the door into the rain. Darcyn was one of the last, thrown out and he merely staggered out of the mud to pound on the inn door, "Lemme in ye, yellowed bellied Orc missus's! Goblin' flith!"

[u][i]-Selwyn-[/i][/u]

That little fool had started trouble. Whatever was said to the drunk obliviously enraged him, however she did catch bits and pieces of the conversation. [i]"...someone, or someones, willing to travel and fight some, uh, worse-than-orc creatures..."[/i] The fool should have came earlier in the night, or during the morning. A jiggling purse did something to cure the hangovers of drunks. Standing as the man thrown the punch, narrowly missing the odd duck of a man. Moving with a powerful stride she ducked a few punches and snagged the back of the 'farmer's' clothes and hustled him with her her to the side door. "You are not so wise, Man." She spoke fluently in the tongue of man. Her accent ancient and foreign. "Come with me, I shall take you to a group who will help you." Shoving against the door, she steered him out into the rain. "You will get no more aid there, not with the mess you caused."