Eric stood behind the bar counter, the tavern was quite full today and Eric was stuck listening to a man cry about his dog dying the night before.  Sure, it was depressing but he just couldn't feel depressed for a dog after being crucified and watching his family die in a fire, Eric suppressed the thought.
[color=fff200]"and when I came home he was just lying there, I mean, he wouldn't just lie on the ground when I come home, he'd usually..."[/color], Eric filled a tankard with ale and snapped his fingers next to the mans' ears.
[color=f7976a]"here, a pint on the house, it's a sad story but you've been telling us the same thing for the past hour, you've got to move on."[/color], just as he passed the man his drink two men started pushing each other and ended up on the countertop, spilling the drink all over Erics' and the depressed mans' shirt.  Eric grabbed the two by their collars and threw them out the double doors to the stony road, [color=f7976a]"we won't have any brawls here, the [s]brute[/s] guard can deal with you without getting us involved again!"[/color], Eric walked back into the bar with an applause from the many men, women, adventurers and soldiers, behind the counter was Skye mouthing the words [color=fff200]"thank you."[/color]