The dwarf and the bartender enjoyed one another's company, they began to laugh at one another's simple jokes, that is until someone decided to interrupt. A hand roughly grabbed Brone's shoulder, "Getting a little too friendly with my girl, I see." Brone looked up to see a rugged-looking man giving him a stern look.
"Gale! He's a customer and was invited by the guild, please let him be" the bartender seem to plead, though her tone shown a little irritation.
Brone took a moment to glare back at the man, then looked at the crowd of people behind him, then back to the man, "Everyone in this mess-hall are having words with one another, I find it odd that I can't talk to the bartender, how the hell am I suppose to have ordered my food?" irritation now revealed itself in the dwarf's words.
"Little man thinks he's funny" Gale quickly grabbed the collar of Brone's ringmail armor and tried to pulled him off the seat, but realized he couldn't.
"Gale! Leave him alone!" the bartender got a little louder, but no one from the crowd seem to notice given how loud everyone seem to be.
"Stay out of this Martha, just serve drinks" Gale tried to shoo away the bartender while trying to keep his focus on the dwarf.
"So yer her boss or boyfriend? Yer look doesn't seem to fit either or" Brone was mentally trying to keep calm, but his teeth were already gritting and the sass was slipping through his teeth.
"You talking crap!?" Gale got his face a little closer to the dwarf's while he was still holding onto his armor.
"Get yer hands off me, lad, yer young enough for me to put ye over my lap" Brone didn't get off his seat, but he was fully facing the man, both of them were glaring each other down, tension rising.
"I suggest you leave" Gale said as a sudden gust began to pick up, a magical circle appear on the wrist of the hand that held the dwarf's armor, "Rising Cyclone" he said with a smile as a blast of magical wind kicked up beneath the dwarf, rising upward until it hit the high ceiling. When the wind settled, the dwarf was still sitting in the stool. Gale and Martha were both surprised, but before anyone of them could react, Brone grabbed the man's collar then pulled him into a headbutt, sending him stumbling back.
A group of people within proximity began making space while also instigating with hoots and hollars.
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