The keep was mad, blood on his bar, on his floor, his highered doorman dismembered, he growled but caught a stare from the stranger's eyes.  "I'm not going to ask you for your weapons, but could you please keep them put away as long as you're in my establishment Mr...."<br/><br/>"Keenst. The name is Keenst. and as long as no one else messes with me for my short time here, we're good." He said as he reached back and wiped the blade on the still screaming person behind him. he then stood up and barely came to the man's collarbone. "You're disturbing the bar with all your tears, please leave before i remove something you're far more attached to." in his head, no one else could hear it.<i><b>Do it. Kill him, and let me eat. </b></i><br/><br/>The bartender nodded to the man, who soon ran out of the bar holding his dismembered hand in the one he had left.<br/>------------<br/><br/><i>This will be difficult </i>He thought to himself as he sat there watching. But before long he watched the short man stand up, and move to the back of the room walking into a wall? two to three minutes later he walked back out, it was then that the man realized where he went. and stood up as the short man walked towards the door. " I have a problem, and i'd like to pay you to fix it?"