"And who are you to command us paladin? You have no jurisdiction here." Brakes stands up, drink in hand. "This is a bar, holy man. Not one of your temples. Why should we listen to you? Because you had to go crawling and pleading to a greater being for every scrap of your power?" He smirks, putting a hand on the hilt of his blade. "Oh no, we have a holy beggar among us! We must all submit to his borrowed powers to bring "order" and "harmony" to a bar full of drunks." He points at him with exaggerated fear and respect. "What glory this will bring you! Defeating a room of drunks with "brave, and noble acts"." He scoffs. "You just want what can never truly be yours." He looks out across the bar, grinning broadly. "Anyone disagree with me?"