The Drital Qu'ellar Pub was a dangerous and unsavory place to be at during the day. With the criminals and lawless all choosing this pub as their watering hole, not many people would dare come here at all. So naturally, night time meant that the pub was even more dangerous, deadly even. Only the most hardened street scum, vagabonds, criminals would come to this inn without fear of getting their throat slit, purse stolen and body dumped in the deep seas of the port. However, once every few weeks, someone would saunter in oblivious to the fact that this place was dangerous and deadly. Perhaps they didn't here of the reputation this area had, or perhaps they simply thought it wouldn't ever happen to them. Today happened to be one of those weeks, where a semi-rich person had came in and attempted to buy some sort of expensive ale.

Lesson One when drinking in the Drital Qu'ellar Pub: Never order anything expensive.

As soon as the semi-rich man had come in, ordered his drink and put 5 Golden Crowns upon the table and asked what place he thought he had come to, two men came up to him and took the 5 Crowns from the table. The stranger attempted to say something, but he was thrown to the floor quite hard and could only stare at the two ruffians, one of them lanky with several teeth missing and the smell of fish upon his breath and the other muscled up and hairy, also smelling of salt water and fish.

"Well what do we have here Utwald?" asked the burly man to his skinny partner, looking at the gold coins and biting one of them to see if they were fake.
"It looks like a stray chicken has come into our roost... and by Ita's Fur, he actually thought he was going to leave without being noticed."

The skinny and lanky man laughed, his voice so high pitched that it could have made any kind of dog bark if there were any in the area.

"I'll say Godwig," replied Utwald the lanky, "He's either very brave... or very foolish not to think of paying our little 'stranger tax'."

Before the stranger could even think of any sort of reply, he was grabbed by Godwig the muscled and hoisted up by his leg, dangled up and down like some sort of straw doll. Gold Crowns, Silver Crowns... all sorts of coins came from the stranger's pockets and hit the floor, rolling on the wooden surface before resting. The stranger was dropped with a dull plunk as Godwig the Muscled and Utwald the Lanky scooped up their gold coins and laughed their heads off whilst the rest of the bar simply looked on at the scene, not saying anything or getting involved. This wasn't their fight, so there was no need to come on in to anyone's aid.

Lesson two when drinking in the Drital Qu'ellar Pub: Never get involved.

But from a shadowy corner, there was a figure who was looking at the scene before him. No-one paid any attention to him, he was unnoticeable and invisible to those who didn't look hard enough. Taking a deep drink from his ale, he kept looking at the two thieves as they poked and prodded the man, spat on him and called him names. Eventually the man got up and ran away to the laughter of the two vagabonds.

"And let that be a lesson to all of you," shouted Utwald the Lanky, "To those of you who would annoy Godwig and Utwald, the best thieves of Lómëdor!"

The shadowy stranger grunted, part amusement and part annoyance, at these two jokes. But his grunt was loud and was overheard by Utwald and Godwig. The two of them turned towards the person who grunted and they came two steps closer to him.

"Oh! Another stranger," goaded Godwig the Muscled, "Does this man have a problem with us then?"

The man turned his head towards Godwig the Muscled and smiled a wolfish grin that made everyone pay attention, for this man was not all as he seemed apparently.

"Not at all," he answered, his voice as rough as the mountains of Ered Annon, "I enjoy watching two puppy dogs yapping at a chicken, thinking they are the mightiest wolves of the forest."

The two thieves turned a shade of red, with Utwald the Lanky recovering from this insult first. Snarling and foaming at the mouth, Utwald's voice was a mere whisper from the rage that was making his whole body shake.

"Does this stranger have the guts to say that again to our faces or is he merely a pitifully pig?"

The shadowy figure suddenly rose with the speed of a mountain cat, and everyone immediately turned in shock at who this person was. He was no city man, nor was he like the fool who sauntered in here before. He was a tall man, mightily shouldered and deep of chest with a massive corded neck and heavily muscled limbs. His hair was wild and black whilst his eyes were a deep brown, burning with rage and inner fire.

"I do you bag of bones," spoke the barbarian, "You claim to be the mightiest thief in the whole of this city do you? HELL! When I was fifteen, I wrestled with a wild cat, fighting for my life. I threw him over the edge of the mountain top... and I did so like this!"

With blinding speed, the barbarian grabbed the bag of bones named Utwald and lifted him off his feet, holding him high above his head. Then, with as much force as the barbarian could bare to bring, he threw Utwald the Lanky out of the nearest window. The bag of bones went straight threw the glass and landed in a heap in a puddle of glass, his skin shredded.

Meanwhile, his partner could only stare at the wild mountain man in awe. Perhaps he had expected another weakling to toy with, but he certainly never expected a barbarian here of all people. His horror was tenfold when the barbarian looked at him and grabbed him by the arm, twisting it with such force that it gave off a loud snap like a tree branch being broken underfoot. Godwig the Muscled could only scream in pain as his arm hung there at an unnatural angle.

"You pathetic men," said the barbarian, "I was going to kill you for your friends insult, but by the gods I see no reason to now, for you are nothing but a puppy in wolfen clothing."

The barbarian sat back down and took a drink from his ale again, before turning to the whimpering figure that was Godwig the Broken. He looked upon the fallen man, with his broken arm, and smiled. Only moments ago, Godwig was spitting upon a weakling, but now he was sniveling like a child who had been punished for some wrong doing.

"You two are city men, grown in a city and pampered by your mothers whilst you pick on people who are weaker than you. I was born in the mountains only moments after an attack on our village was repelled. My first real battle was at the age of 13 where I killed my first reaver with my blade. You see? You are nothing at all sailor, and if you need any proof... your arm should suffice.

"Now take your friend and go away to lick your wounds. Some of us want to drink in peace..."

And the barbarian turned back to his ale and continued drinking whilst Godwig the Broken, sniveling and shooken, walked out of the pub with his tail in between his legs, only stopping to grab his fallen friend and carry him away to some dark corner.

Aemeila heard the sound of cracking, glass shattering, and people yelling coming from the Drital Qu'ellar Pub. She stood frozen with her hand on the brass handle, she was now terrified to walk into the pub for fear of being injured. Her heart beat quickened, then she saw the body of a man flying though a window and hit the ground with a moan. Aemeila's green eyes widened.

After quite a while of her ear up against the door she decied to go in, the brawl was evidentlily over, two other bodies flew through the windows, she assumed either one man was left or a group. She would have normall avoided a place like this but she had been traveling for a long time and needed liquds and a place to sit. Aemelia twisted the handle. Before even a sliver of light could escape the door she felt strong arms wrap arround her waist and fowl breath on her neck. Aemelia flinched and tried to wriggle out the strangers grasp.

"Calm babe." The stranger said slowly. His grip only tightening.

Aemeila's breath became strained. "Let go of me scum." She said as loud as her lungs woud allow.

He only shiftend his position and hand placement. Aemeila sighed annoyed. She let light radiate from her skin hot enough to burn. The man screamed in pain and held his skin cursing at her. Aemeila kicked him to the floor and then opened the door to the bar.

The bar had a musty smell and a few wooden tables, she only saw one very muscular man, and the bartender. Aemeila carried herself with as much dignity as she could muster with what had happened only moments ago. Her hair was a mess and the sleves of her dress refused to stay up, the bartneder thought this funny so she simply folded her arms and went over to a table to sit down.

Lalandria wandered into the pub. This is the area that she had mostly lived in durring her first years on her own and knew it fairly well. From the two men that she had seen wander out, she guessed they had just been beaten by someone. By everyone else leaving she guessed someone nasty, or someone who liked to play the hero was in there. Lalandria wasn't in the mood to care and walked in gazing around. The girl at the table seemed to just have arrived, and seemed slightly
ruffled up, but that was probably froma try and fail rape. Those were common enough. The man in the corner was most likely the cause of the disturbance, but any way the bar was mostly empty which meant free practice space. Lalandria smiled happily to her self. Maybe today was her lucky day who knew.

She took a seat at a mostly clean table where one of the chairs acctually seemed in good shape. Sdly this table was right next to the man bu she just ignored him. She smiled at the owner of this lovly esstablishment and he brought her drink. It wan't the special but it was just as strong except it had a nice flavor to it instead of tasting like day old dog piss. She put her feet up on the table, after a sip or two, and leaned back into her chair. She brought out her lyre and began to tune it till it sounded perfect.

Lalandria smiled to herself before begining to play a playful song of a girl juggling lovers that a man had acctually taught her in this bar. Of course, she had adapted it to make it sound good, but she had liked the lyrics. She didn't sing it though and stayed to humming along with the instrument for a while. She was smiling happily to herself as she did this. Finally she began to sing the rowdy song softly enough not to be heard outside, but anyone sitting near her would have heard the song easily. Today trully did seem like a good day indeed.