"Whasschat, you talkin' [i]Hic![/i] You talkin' t'me, girlie?" The drunk slurred, swaying to and fro on his unstabile legs, replying to the Steppe Archer's comment about him either spending a night in his lice-addled bed at home, or on a cold stone floor in an equally lice-infested cell. "Yo- [i]Hic![/i] You dun sschare me! I ussched to [i]Hic![/i] ussched to [i]Hic![/i] ussched to fight... DRAGONSssch, y'kno'!" He blurted out, making a wild, overexaggerated gesture to signify the apparent importance of this blatant fabrication.

Druid Girl sighed. The Lizard spat out some comment about them talking to a wall, and in a practical sense, it was true. However, the lizardman didn't seem to understand how you were [i]supposed[/i] to handle drunks or other living beings. He was far too pragmatic and efficiency-minded it seemed, wanting things to be done fast and without complaint - but sadly, human society didn't always allow for such a thing. Sure, they could have bonked the drunk over the head and hauled him off to a holding cell, but that wouldn't exactly give people a good impression of the guards. Even if talking to him was meaningless and didn't result in a desirable outcome, the fact that they [i]took[/i] the time to [i]try[/i] had marits, especially since the barkeep was right here along with them, watching the whole scene.

Regardless, as Lizard Fighter loomed behind the archer, towering over the petite girl, the drunk's eyes suddenly shot wide at the sight, apparently not having noticed the great big red repptilian until just this moment.

"A-a-a-a-a-a-a [i]Hic![/i] A [b][i]dragooooooooooooooooon!?[/i][/b]" He half-shrieked, half-vomited, half-questioned. The man went pale and his eyes became frenzied and panicked, like that of an injured animal.  Stumbling backwards, falling and landing square on his butt, the man began shuffling and crawling backwards, until his back collided with the wall of a building. His breaths were quick and short, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and brow.

"Iisch a dragon!? Why'ssch there a dragon here!? Barkeep! [i]Hic![/i] Ssschave me!" The man hollered, having lost all bravado in an instant, now calling for help from the very person he had been pestering and arguing with mere seconds ago. Druid girl just placed her face in the palm of her own hand. This was just... Too sad... But, it did provide a way to resolve the whole ordeal without having to haul the stinking fellow back to the guard station. Walking past both of her allies, Druid Girl stepped forth, folded her arms infront of her and stared down at the man with a vicious sneer - which was very unfitting her usual demeanor.

"That's right, [i]sir[/i]." She said, her tone dark and her words sharp. "And if you don't want us to  let him have you for a midnight snack, I suggest you go home. [i][b]Now.[/b][/i]" The girl said, eyes narrowing and a dangerous smile spreading across her lips. The man's mouth went agape and his eyes widened.

...

Then he wet himself.

...

Then he started crying and sobbing uncontrollably.

...

Finally he ran off, holding his moistened pants with both hands as he, with wobbly and uncertain steps, did his best to run down the cobbled street - at times crashing into walls or bumping into things as he went. Eventually, he disappeared from sight and the sound of his 'oofs' and clattering collisions faded into the dark depths of night. Druid Girl's arms went slack and she let out a long exhale of relief. The barkeep stood silent for a while, then burst into roaring laughter.

"Well, I sure didn't see that coming." He sounded incredibly amused. "Thought for sure that lug was gonna start throwin' his fists about, but just one look'it that big fellar of yours and he turned into a squealin' babe? That just made my night, [b]gwahahaha![/b]" The owner of the establihsment bellowed in good, high spirits - no longer annoyed or bothered by the previous events.

Druid Girl returned to her comrades and the bar's master, looking a bit sheepish, rubbing her left arm with her right hand and casting her eyes to the side. One might say she looked a bit ashamed.

"Sorry, Big Red... I didn't mean anything by all that. I just wanted the guy to go back home, without any trouble." She apologized, not sure if her comment about the Lizardman's possible taste for human flesh would be considered an insult or not.

"Ain't no need to apologize girl! Ya did good." The barman said, smiling and giving her a firm, friendly pat on the shoulder. "You tried talkin' the lout down, he didn't listen, so you scared him a bit. Nobody had to get rough with nobody, and nobody had to see ya drag off some knocked-out troublemaker from me establishment. Couldn't have gone better if ya ask me!" The man said.

She smiled a bit at this, but still looked slightly troubled. Her master had always said she had a knack for theattrics and being a mischievous little shrew, although she had always though he meant it in a playful, joking manner. Still though, apart from that drunk needing a new pair of pants, this whole mess was cleared up and over with for now. All tthat remained was to keep patrolling up to the western part of town, where the common residential district was, and then return back to the garrison once the green moon crowned the sky. Speaking of the sky, it was rather pretty tonight - clear and full of stars, with both moons almost full. It was surprisingly bright despite the late hour thanks to this. Hopefully no more incidents would happen, and they oculd just have a nice, quick and easy time finishing this job up tonight.