It seemed the previous bouncer didn't enjoy his busty barmaid being scared off his lap. He [i]really[/i] didn't enjoy being told that he had just lost his job and he needed to leave. His first punch was powerful, but predictable and slow. Cerdic managed to redirect the blow and send the man off balance, before landing a solid hit to the man's gut. Spittle flew out of his mouth, and he groaned. Still, he wasn't out of the fight yet. 

He did what he could, and used his weight to push forward, sending Cerdic back a few steps with limited balance. He used the time to hit Cerdic on the shoulder with a meaty fist. Cerdic was hit full on. The Sergeant knew it would leave a bruise at least, if not a fracture. But he took the hit with stoicism, slamming his foot down on the man's outstretched leg and causing him to cry out. With another punch, it sent the man to the ground. 

Cerdic cleared his throat and stretched his shoulder, wincing but convinced that it wasn't the bone that was harmed. "That good enough for you?" the scarred man asked the Barkeep. He nodded in response. "Yeah, you got the job. I haven't seen Olaf been so beaten before. The name is Frankfurdt." 

Cerdic shook the man's hand, and got the two room keys for the ladies and himself. They'd decide on the rooms when they wished. He sat down with them. "Now..." he said, rubbing his shoulder. "All we need is to keep an eye out for more work to walk in here, and keep an eye out for a good time to meet the Countess."
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