"Aye that is a nice pair, I wouldn't part with my gold for a feel of 'em but maybe some silver."  Was heard from the dwarves table as Alexandria's breasts went on full display much to the amusement of the stocky shorts who ordered another round of ales as the night was getting more interesting.<br/><br/>The large Horc's eyes traveled the length of Clara's splayed out body on the table, while she didn't show much flesh, she had a pretty face and her armor was curved enough to at least suggest a womanly figure beneath.  Supposing it wasn't all padding beneath she might be a good bed warmer once deprived of her weapons and armor.  He looked eager to take the chance on it until he felt the sharp poke of Akri's short sword in his back.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Let's not be hasty now , there is enough of Gronk for both of you."</span>His arrogant assumption meant to taunt the ladies and possibly encourage some foolishness on their part which might turn the tables back in his favor.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"The goblins took her!  They're working with them." </span>The drunk human spat out as he laid out across the increasing crowded table next to Clara after Akri had shoved him this way.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)"> "I loved her and they took her."</span>He cried again, his breath smelling of too much ale as he tried to convince Clara of his sincerity.<br/><br/>The caster had been set to let things take their course until he saw the flash of Akri's blade and decided he needed to be involved.  With several discreet hand gestures he cast his spell.  The wood planking of the floor, the table and even one of the chairs began to sprout new growth.  Strong vines grew up out of this growth, spiraling up Akri's shapely thighs, entwining her legs then her arms to bind her sword hand so she could do little more than scratch the Horc's back with her sword.<br/><br/>Alexandria had successfully scolded the diminutive Horc who had tugged at her skirt until he kicked him in the family jewels.  He doubled over in pain, but that same pain disrupted her spell and he grew back to full height.  This time when he grabbed her barely there bottoms she was lifted from her feet, the thin yet strong material pressing into the cleft of her shapely ass and squeezing between her nether lips in a full scale wedgie which had her tumbling forward onto the table with Clara.<br/><br/>The bartender was quite familiar with spell slingers and was not easily frightened.  He kept an eye on the action however as he got Nemera's requested beverage, which took a fair amount of his attention as well.  As he slid it in front of her, he leaned close, still facing the chaotic melee which for him was just another night at One Foot in the Boat.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"The drink is on the house, but the house takes half the take when lightening our patrons coin purses.  Unless you would rather take it up with the Hand?"</span>He told her, mentioning the local thieves guild and figuring she didn't want that kind of attention.