Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190629005953/@comment-7262318-20190710215155

Another glass shattered on the side of the wall, causing another round of hollers to sound off.

"Azura..." the barkeep muttered, reaching under the table and grabbing his axe. The weapon itself appeared to big for the rather frail elf, but he probably had no intention of actually using it. Just a warning, most likely.

He went over to the door and threw it open. "Hey!" He called out. "That's enough! Get-"

Suddenly, a glass bottle came flying in and shattered against the Dark Elf's face. He immediately dropped to the ground, crying out in agony. Blood was already seeping out of his hands as a few patrons sprung to their feet and ran over to check on him.

"Piss off, Grayskin!" Came a voice from outside.