Dwayne
*Only a half hour walk from the gates of the New Sunlight Guild, or a much shorter ride, a tavern by the name of Sawmill Inn rested by the main road. It looked like it was a fine establishment, except for the smashed front window and the chair that looked like it must've just been thrown through. Voices could be heard inside, though one drunken one rang out the loudest.* "I said I want silver this time, Bulby, or I'm gonna start breaking stuff you can't replace!" *Presumably, Separus would be inside.*
Johnnie
Korin rubbed his temple for a moment and sighed as he walked in. "Excuse me sir. Could you explain what's happening?" He said calmly but loud enough for Separus to hear him.
Dwayne
*Korin would walk into a scene of petty destruction, with a crowd of people on one side and the bar at the other. The bartender held, or more accurately, cowered behind a small wooden club as a much larger man stood on the other side of the counter. The aggressor stood about 6'6, with a keg in one arm and a chair leg in the other. He looked to be in his early thirties and extremely physically capable, which was made easy to see thanks to his lack of a shirt. The man, likely Separus, turned towards Korin, wiping froth from ale off of his mustached upper lip.* "Well, boy, I'm a knight of New Sunlight, and I reside here and offer my protection of the tavern. However, this slab of prok here won't give me my due, which is now 20 silver!"
Johnnie
"Well about that, based on the info I have recieved you are a former member." He said smiling, "Now, if you'll come with me peacefully I'll turn you in to the guild to serve your time and we can all have a good day. Otherwise, I'd like if we could take this outside."
Dwayne
*Separus sniffed, looking around before he shook his head.* "No, no, I think I'm staying right here. You can come get me if you think I'm coming with you." *The man continued holding the chair leg and keg, taking a poor excuse for a defensive stance.*
Johnnie
"That's what I was hoping you wouldn't say." He said looking for a moment. He grabbed an empty mug that had been left on a table and would throw it, attempting to hit him with it in the chin.
Dwayne
*Separus squinted, confused.* "Wait, wh—" *He was cut off by the mug striking his face, breaking as it felt to the ground. Separus didn't move, barely flinching at the impact.* "Hey! That hurt!" *The man dropped the keg, letting it fall to the floor. The wooden lining cracked, spilling ale all about. Separus started marching forward, holding the wooden chair leg over his head.*
Johnnie
Korin took a deep breath, as the man charged, guess he'd have to get creative. "Alright big guy. Let's dance." He said backing up slightly as he fell into a sort of evasive stance. Positioning himself in front of the door.
Dwayne
*The man wasn't running, just walking quickly and leaning forward. Not the most stable stance. Once he got in arm's reach of Korin, he swung his makeshift weapon down hard, trying to crack Korin over the head.* "Huergh!"