text: You walk into the Tavern, and drop five gold coins on the counter.
  
  
  "Barkeep. Get me a mug of your finest ale. No, get me however many mugs of my cheapest ale this can get."
  
  
  You're slid over several mugs of ale, which you begin drinking with glee. As you do, an old man sits down next to you wearing the Kingdom of Man's military uniform. 
  
  
  "Good day, sir. Ah, an orc. A fierce beast, at that one."
  
  
  "I am not a beast. I am a warrior." You grunt, annoyed.
  
  
  "Ah, of course, of course my good friend. I was just making conversation."
  
  
  You look over at him, noting a black, jagged blade at his side that you recognize as Demonic Obsidian. 
  
  
  "That's a nice blade. Where's it from?" You ask.
  
  
  "Ah, now that's a story. I'll tell it to you for a bottle of Elvish Wine, only five coins. A man needs to drink." He winks at you.
  > You refuse
  "No thanks."
  
  
  The Soldier nods in understanding, and you continue drinking. After a few minutes, a man knocks into you, spilling your drink.
  
  
  "Oi!" You yell, standing up and turning.
  
  
  In front of you is a large man with a thick black beard, who looks at you.
  
  
  "What?"
  
  
  "You spilled my drink!" You roar at him.
  
  
  "Ha! My little daughter could've held a drink with more grip than that! It's not my fault!"
  > You punch the Man
  You smash your fist into the man's head, knocking him backwards. The man stumbles backwards, and you leap in, punching him twice more.
  > You continue punching
  You continue punching, and although the man gets two hits in and you, smashing your nose, his body eventually goes limp as he falls to the ground.