[b]The crashing of the table and drinks broke the hush of the storm brewing as the human fighter, Quinn burst out laughing , watching the girl tumbling off the table and crashing to the floor.
Not wanting to die, he took this opportunity brought by the gods to lighten the mood.
"Hagan, the wench didn't deserve that, nor do we need to be caught by the guardsmen."
The dwarf paid no attention, " Damn heathen walks around like he belongs among us." Hagan growled.
"Look at the poor bastard,  he's stuck between two races that don't want him."
"And look how clumsy their companion is, it's not worth dying or being arrested over." Quinn pleaded.
The dwarf thought hard and decided Quinn was correct, being in jail wouldn't help their situation, not when they had other things to do.
"Aye lad, your right, damn orc ain't worth time in jail." 
The dwarf sheathed his weapons and threw a couple of silver coins down at the barmaid.
"Fer yur trubbles " sneered Hagan.
Quinn looked at the other two , holding his hands up in surrender " Too much to drink, like your friend there, we are going, no harm no foul." 
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