Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190629005953/@comment-7262318-20190725212308

Smith would have to move fast, because Galmar was quickly closing the distance between he and the group. As they drew closer, they could see that Rolff was there, harassing another Dark Elf woman.

"See, you wandered too far out of your little shithole," Rolff was telling her, while she did her best to focus on her meal. "You know I could have my friends here beat you into the ground and not a single person in here would raise a finger, so why would you-"

"Rolff!" Galmar yelled, finally catching his brothers attention. He looked mortified as he realized who it was that was callingh him out.

"Uh... Galmar!" Rolff said. "H-How's it-"

"Stuff it, you idiot," Galmar growled. "3 times. Three horker-loving times, you've promised me that you wouldn't be drinking yourself into another night of harassing the people of windhelm. And here we are again...."

"Galmar, I-"

"I'd send you to Sovngarde right now if I didn't pity the poor sods who'd be stuck with you there!" Galmar continued. "I've had just about enough of you and your buddies wiping your asses with the Stone-Fist, and the Stormcloak name!"

"Hey, pal..." One of his friends stepped towards Galmar. "Why don't you..."

Galmar slugged the incoming Nord right across his face. The Nord immediately went limp, collapsing onto the ground and not moving.

When he threw that punch, however, all hell broke loose. The remainin four men charged at Galmar, determined to avenge their unconcious friend. The rest of the inn patrons in the room lept up from their chairs and got away from the brewing fight. Smith could also see Rolff trying to sneak away along with the rest of the crowd...