[b]A gruff human with the odor of pig death turned his head ever so slightly to hear the conversation between the merchant and the group. He smiled wickedly, and the sparkle of his golden tooth flashed.
The pig smelling man finished his drink as he watched the merchant go up the stairs.
He then turned his gaze back to the group, looking for the bag of gold the merchant tossed on the table.
Elbowing the dwarf beside him, he nodded his head towards the group and the dwarf shifted his view.
"Aye lad, we take him 'ere or down the road?" 
"Road...come on, Breork." The pig smelling man replied.
The two ruffians pay for their drinks before getting up to leave.
The dwarf never took his eyes off the group, sizing them up as he followed his friend to the door.
Breork nearly fell as he collided with a waitress, mugs of ale crashed to the ground.
"Ya damned idiot! Watch where yer goin!" Breork shouted as he kicked the woman in the gut.
"Damn wench should be filleted for spilling so much ale!"
Pig smelling man laughed.[/b]