Suddenly, the door of the inn burst open, revealing several guards. However, these men did not the wear the uniform of those that served the King. These were sellswords, mercenaries belonging to whoever they served. Their clients were usually merchant lords. Pff. Those fat traders were so bloody rich that they thought themselves above the law.
"Orders to search this building, under order of the Zaneth family!"
The thug at the table moved his face into shadow. He slightly moved his arm back, signaling to his accomplice across the room. An equally burly man stood up, went to the head of the table and proposed a magnificent toast. Consequently, he dropped his flagon and slapped his fellow patron in the face. What once was a center for revelry and celebration was now - well, still a center for revelry and celebration, just a little more... violent. Half-full flagons of ale and chunks of beef jerky ran amok across the room, similar to their throwers. Just as the thug subtly chucked a wine bottle into the fray to keep things going, two of the guards managed to wade their way through the brawl and towards him. Just as he was about to be recognized, two daggers flew from his right and into their heads. The same hooded figure appeared again, but this time it wasn't as friendly.
"Always making a bloody scene. Get your arse outta here and off the streets. We've got a new assignment for you."