After yet another unsuccessful attempt to upgrade or replace the current equipment he had, Cale decided that it had been a long day and he deserved a drink. Tolbi was certainly the city that the tales had made it out to be. It was a market and melting pot of different people and items, all coming to trade their wares. The thing that stood out most about Tolbi to Cale though was that nobody here knew each other. In Prox, everyone knew everyone, right down to names and favorite food. Other small towns that Cale had passed along the way to get here had been in similar situations as far as he could tell, but Tolbi was different. People rushed along without talking to each other, trying to get their wares and get on with the day. It was interesting, but also somewhat depressing.

Cale had stopped for a moment to get directions to the nearest tavern, and as he drew closer to the site he heard a great deal of commotion. People were running out of the building, clambering over each other as if trying to get away from some great disaster. To Cale, however, it only served to intrigue him. The adept pushed past the crowds and into the building.

The scene inside made Cale snicker. He counted two young women apparently kicking the ass of a room full of grown men. He knew better than to underestimate women though, in his village there were women that could make your head explode just by thinking it. He frowned as he noticed one of the men thrown back through a door though. One of the men, a shorter stout man with a beard, noticed Cale enter and shouted at him.

"Hey buddy, this has nothing to do with you! Leave if you don't want any trouble!" The man yelled. Cale shrugged, stepping further into the building.

"What I want is a drink. But with the way you guys are destroying the place I'm wondering if that's still an option." Cale said. The bearded man wasn't having any of it however, and instead grabbed a bottle and charged the warrior.

"I said beat it!" The man shouted before bringing the bottle down towards Cale's head. The adept brought an arm into an upper block to catch the attacker's forearm with his own, using his free hand as a fist and putting it into the bearded man's face. The thug went sprawling across the floor and knocked over a table. So much for a drink.