As the cook of the Grog Warrior made her way to the inn, a man was thrown out through the door, she had neatly dodged the brawler before she peered inside, the smokey atmopshere of tobacco, alcohol and sweat let out a smell that would sting in most's eyes. There were several barmaidens carrying drinks and food to the patrons of the inn. Yet, in the very back, there was quite the ruckus going on. A lot of cheering, cursing and "What the hell" going on.

In the backroom sat five men one side of a table. They were all big guys, dockworkers, lumberjacks, carpenters, a ship hand and a mercenary bandit. All of their hands were pushed ontop of one another, pushing against a lone figure, much smaller in posture, a cigarette in his mouth, a bottle of cider in his hand, the smoke from the cigarette dancing in front of his eyepatch and over the brim of his hat.

The five men were pushing as hard as they could, while he took another swig of his drink, Veins popping in their faces as they put all of their combined strength into it, the Gunman's hand not moving an inch. "Ya' lot realize you're straight buggered by now, haven't you?" As a barwench walked past, he nodded for her to come over, as he put his empty bottle on her tray, using his now free hand to take out his cigarette from the corner of his mouth. 

Kuhn's careless face changed for an instant, as he applied his strength, swinging his arm into the opposing side of the table, defeating all five of his opponents, as the five of them were thrown to the side, landing in a pile infront of Lina. He moved the position of his chair - which he had backwards, the backrest in front of him, resting his arms on it. "Now, dat didn't work out for ya, did it? You owe me another round." He cooed, as the five men tried to figure out what had happened. "Who the hell is this guy?!" One of them shouted, as the others broke into a laugh "I don't give a shit who he is, guy sure can armwrestle!"

Kuhn had a grin on his face, his demeanor seemed a bit more serious than usual. Less flirty than he usually was, his change in mood could be attributed to the bottle of cider he had downed. He caught a glimpse of Lina. "Oh hello there little lady!" He shouted. "Hey, guys, you owe my friend here a drink, too, or I'll beat your ass again." 

"What brings you here? Find out anything useful?" He asked.