“Look what we have here,” a heavy Marauder's axe came crashing down on the aged wood of the Forgotten Knight's tabletop counter.

“Someone's a little out of their depths tonight, aren't they?” Drawing forth, the haughty nobleman's mouth twists into a provoking sneer of derision.

“I'd wager you're in dire need of a good wake up call.” And thus does he purposely spill the newcomer's drink all over their lap.