As Hrothgar the Barbarian sat with his full attention on the Tavern owner waiting intently for him to spill the beans on the elven mage, he was rudely interrupted by a drunken lizard man. 

"Doing hunting are we?" Caligate said, trying his best not to slur his words. "You know, two always makes better company than one, my friend. This... elf... you speak of. He probably has tons of lackey's by his side, no? I can provide assistance." 

Hrothgar immediately leaped to his feet, pulled out a dagger and pressed it against the lizard man's throat, "and what use do I have for limped dicked lizard who can't even hold his drink, save perhaps as cannon fodder? You wish to interrupt me while I am in the line of duty you amphibious vermin? And I guess you'll want to split the bounty on the mages head with me as well? ...Well? Speak lizard! Justify your existence before I slit your throat right here!" 

(OOC: Feel free to fight back if you want. This is kind of a test by Hrothgar.)