[b]”Well this ought to be interesting.” The elf stood before the door and placed his hand by his hip. Now then, how to deal with this? Eryel wasn’t one for physical encounters, but drawing his bow and loosening an arrow into the fool wasn’t entirely acceptable. The swordsman could make this easy, but then the sight of two armed people was usually enough for a presumed drunkard to pack his things and leave. “You should leave then, my friend.” The elf spoke to the bartender and would wait for the man’s presence to be gone before he’d finish this assignment. “How do you suggest we handle the situation, bladesman? Shall I shoot an arrow past his ear while the tip of your sword rests against his throat or shall we ask him nicely?”[/b]