[color=f26522][b]"I'm guessing you lot either really like free drinks or are interested in what I have to offer. If it is the second choice say something now because I'm closing the tap."[/b][/color] 

[color=black]"Archer, a barrel-head at a hundred and half again paces."[/color]

The qunari took a throw pillow off of one of the fainting couches and tossed it at the chandelier. The cushion succeeded in hitting it near the bottom to start making the brass beast sway. Vash then unslung his bow as he drew a fletched harpoon, took a 'drunken' lean forward similar to a rapier lunge to make him like a tripod with his crossed shafts while pulling the string to his full extension and let fly. The candle from the swinging chandelier was snuffed out with a resounding [b]*THUK*[/b] into the back side of the establishment's hall, the shaft penetrating the wall as deeply as any patron to the workers here.

He put the bow away with one hand and a coin held out to pay for the damages in the other. Vash was fairy certain that a silver would soothe any angers for the display of his skill, but he was not willing to be deemed reckless and miss out on the chance to be on the sea. Something about the idea of being on a boat calmed his amnesiac mind from the dull ache in the back of his head.