[center][h1]Whiteside Village[/h1]
[h3]Bertram's Lodge[/h3]

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[b]"Fantastic speech. Really..."[/b] He said quickly. [b]"Do you mind if I..."[/b] He pointed his chin at the mop and bucket. [b]"I'll be right back. Just hold that thought."[/b] 
Mahon shuffled awkwardly to the back room. The clatter of cleaning tools falling onto the floor and loud swearing could be heard beyond door followed by a few hurried thuds and more swearing. 

Bertram winced slightly every time he heard the ruckus, belying his otherwise impassive glare, and drew in a long breath to calm himself.

Mahon appeared before the group again, wiping his hands on the back of his breeches. He spared a quizzical glance at the rowdy customer shouting angrily at two elves, and was about to speak when he saw Bertram, whose lips were pressed thin into an angry grimace.

Bertram had reached his limit. His intense gaze was directed at elves now. [b]"You want to be adventurers right?"[/b] His nostrils flared as he tried sound professional.
[b]"Since you all seem to know this ill-mannered whelp-"[/b]  He gestured towards Vyrmain. [b]"-I'll give you an opportunity. If you cover this man's bill, I'll consider it as your registration fee and waive the mission restrictions. You can be a member of the famed Adventurer's Guild right here and now as long you're willing to take your squabbling friends [i]outside[/i]."[/b] His friendly enthusiasm sounded convincing, but his irritation was obvious and ruined the entire facade.

Mouth agape, Mahon looked astounded. He quickly did the math in head while counting on his fingers. [b]"For that bargain, you could get a small cask of Taldan's Finest..."[/b] He muttered to himself. [b]"That's-"[/b] Bertram shot a withering glare in his direction. Exchanging looks with his subordinate, he didn't speak as much as he simply made himself understood.

[b]"Do we have an accord?"[/b] He said turning back to the elves.