Out from the backrooms, a large, hulking man of about Fyr's size or bigger came sauntering in. The entire tavern hushed. He glanced over the situation, saw his man with the broken arm then Fyr, and came up right in front of Fyr and sized him up, revealing the scar cutting from his forehead to his cheek. "What seems to be the trouble here, boys?"

"He's a madman, Griff." The guy holding his arm came up to him. "I just invited him to a friendly game, and he tore my arm off! Now he's demanding that he won the bet!"

[color=silver]"I'm certain this was all an accident..."[/color] Arthur rose from his seat. [color=silver]"As you can see, my friend here is rather on the large size and we've all had a tiring day."[/color] 

"Is that so...?" He looked back at Fyr. "What do you say? Was this all an, 'accident'?"