Balur sat at the mousey wooden bar, his fist clutching a mug of ale. The elven bartender shot him a look and refilled his mug, to which Balur grunted out a thanks and brought the mug to his lips. The tavern was filled with laughter and life, everyone filled with the warm buzz of alcohol.

That is, until a glass was thrown against the wall and shattered with a...

"SMASH!!"

Balur's eyes snapped to the sound.

"Aye, now that's a fight starter if I've ever seen one."

He chuckled lightly. Sure enough, someone punched someone else in the jaw, teeth clinking against the floor as they hit back and a rather large half-orc roared and tackled some poor bloke.

Balur put his mug down.

"You mind watchin' this for me, lad? Bless ya."

He gave the bartender a grin, which the elf rolled his eyes at. Balur slid off his stool and rolled up his sleeves. Now that there was a fight, it was truly a good night.