Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150830164226/@comment-24736819-20150905015534

(Dang, the story is going fast as balls...)

It wasn't for nothing that Destro chose the darkest corner in the Inn, the traveler didn't wanted to be bothered that particular night and not as he was about to find his brother... He'd need all the power he could gather.

"Hey! You have to pay for that!", the Innkeeper, who had served Des earlier, shouted to a dunmer mercenary and his gigantic nord companion.

"We'll pay for naught...or, better yet, we'll pay you by sparring your life.", the dunmer spat and the wall of muscles laughed. Both, seemingly mercenaries, chose a table to sit and brought the big jar of ale along.

"Sir, you will pay for that! It is only right!", the Innkeeper approached the table and placed his hand over the jar.

"You wanna talk about what is right? What is fair? Then how about we talk about this war, this dumb misunderstanding that don't allow me and my friend here to walk alongside eachother without raising angry looks?", the dunmer slammed his fist over the table, which made the Innkeeper flinch.

''Chaos. Don't go there.,'' Des took a deep breath, trying to control his urge.

"Sir...it is my living! You can't just take what you want!", the Innkeeper pleaded and by that time the whole tavern was watching the event. Most of the bystanders seemed eager for a fight.

"Watch me.", the dunmer said, pouring a mug to the huge nord and raising his own to toast, "Friends above all. Let us not participate on those petty disputes amongst our kind."

It was almost inexpected the waitress' reaction as she knocked the mug out of the dunmer's hand and snapped at him.

"No gold, no drink.", she quickly grabbed the jar of ale and went to aid the Innkeeper to get up, "Are you alright, father?"

Just...don't...., Des watched as the dunmer pulled a dagger and headed towards the fallen Innkeeper and his daughter. He was struggling a lot to not interfere...but the sight of the customers watching the show while some of them even cheered was too much.

"Enough.", his raspy voice echoed amongst the cheering, finally making himself noticeable. The imperial had already finished his meal and he had also paid for everything, yet he knew that by the end off all that he'd need to open his pouch once again.

"Haha! Won't you look at that!", the gigantic nord laughed, grabbing his battleaxe, "Puny little man wants us to stop."

Things were getting more interesting for the bystanders as another person joined the act, a strange, black-cloaked man. The nord's words could be true to him as he was indeed one foot taller than the imperial and two times larger, but Destro was quite tall for an imperial man.

"Why don't you shut up and watch the show like everyone else, imperial rat?!", the dunmer spat on the floor, waving the dagger in front of the waitress.

"It's quite simple 'why'.", Destro shook his head in disappointment not only with himself, but with the others as well. How could they enjoy that mess? He'd never understand...but then, again, he needn't, "You are to pay this man and apologize, so things can return to normal. I can't stand by and watch until you've done it."

He could sense that he managed to anger both men.

"Just who the fuck do you think you are? We're elite warriors, weakling coward! And we'll teach you how to behave properly in the presence of us, first.", the nord snapped, menacingly approaching the smaller man.

"And you two are next.", the dunmer waved his dagger inches away from the waitress' face...yet the woman didn't even flinched.

"Disappointing. I was hoping to solve this in a more peaceful manner...You just threw that out of the window.", Des seemed truly bothered and turned his head towards the Innkeeper and his daughter, ignoring the armed beast heading his way.

"Please, I ask for you forgiveness...for what is about to happen.", the imperial said, waiting for the last moment to duck the huge nord's punch and counter it, striking the big man's throat with his open palm. In a blink of an eye, the assailant was gasping for air on the ground while the strange man stood above him with a blank stare on his eyes.

"You mot...", the dunmer started cussing while charging at Destro, but he was quickly interrupted by how fast the cloaked imperial approached him. The dunmer attempted to thrust the dagger into his enemy's guts out of surprise, unfortunately, much like his friend, he missed it and was knocked unconscious by Destro's punch-while-dodging technique.

The customers looked confused as that should be the cleanest fight they had ever witnessed to. Nothing was destroyed. If there weren't two, nearly unconscious, men on the ground it would be difficult to say that a fight just happened seconds ago.

Destro walked over to the Innkeeper and his daughter while all of the tavern's eyes followed him. The woman looked fiercely at him, showing she was not scared at all.

"For your troubles.", Des said, tossing her a small pouch of gold and turning around to drag the two assailants out of the inn as he heard the woman thanking and saying that he wasn't supposed to return there ever again. He understood why, but cared little as that was only a small stop before heading to his true destination.

"I'm coming, brother.", he said, pinpointing the men's horses, climbing onto one after placing both over each horse and riding away.