Pullio shambles over to the bar and keeps his eye on the group. The barbarian then looks at the bartender, and matches his gaze, just staring at him, his face as calm as water in a lake on a non-windy day.<br/><br/>The bartender makes the drink and slides it over to the barbarian. He looks at Spirit and frowns. "Control your barbarian." Then quickly moves out of range of the barbarian's fists.<br/><br/>Pullio glares at the bartender and turns to the group, drinking his drink. Which we will call the Murky Swamp Tickler, because it has the murkiness of a swamp, and Swamp-tickler because....whatever. The berserker stands and walks over to Spirit, standing protectively behind her, continually sipping his drink. He looks over at the 'dumb-ass dagger mage' and gives him a warning look. His freakish eyes clearly say, 'try to attack her, and I will feed you your arms.'