"Gimme the goods," He sunk into a chair at the bar. The barkeep cocked a brow and looked at the members-only sign that hung above the doorway, that somehow the mage had missed.
"You should probably leave," The barkeep titled his head with a bit of sass. Another man slid next to Jin. "Listen up punk. Don't know who you are. But you stepped into the wrong place pal."
"Awe come on...can't we just all enjoy a nice drink?" Jin smiled. The man cocked back his fist when the doors slammed open. A barrel-chested man kicked in the doorway with a gun in each hand.
"I'm here to take back what's ours!" The man howled and his buddies charged in behind him. The bar erupted in conflict. Jin sighed and ducked a flying body that sailed over the counter. The body smashed into the bottles of alcohol. Jin held his empty cup beneath the free-flowing ale, and dropped some coins on the table.
The battle continued and Jin slide down with his back against the counter. When he saw any serious injuries he would cast as sneaky a healing spell as he could. "It's always something isn't it."