Soon you would hear the sounds of a loud ruckus not too far from your room, withShortfang shouting and things being tossed around. When you arrive you’d see a group of men gathered around one spot, and you’d see Shortfang standing on top of a log, crossbow in one hand and bear stein in the other.

“AND THERE SHORTFANG! Surrounded by trogs! Only three bolts left but fresh from fight! Everything on fire! Shortfang idea, burn trogs out, work like charm. But now trogs come to Shortfang! So he think fast, act faster. More oil! Slip and slide! Pew pew! Destroy roof! SUMMON THE SUN! Trog never see it coming!” He seemed to have gotten himself involved telling a highly embellished version of the battles you just fought earlier today, with many of the patrons being entertained by the drunken dragonling. Fortunately he at least was waving around an empty crossbow, so he wouldn’t shoot anyone in the face.