"You're a idiot, Jeramiah. You've been hitting the bottle too hard again." One of them said, guffawing stupidly. The one telling the story, Jeramiah as they called him, roared angrily and stood, taking a knife out of his pocket. In a flash the waitress whirled around, her foot connecting with his face and sending him through a wall. He skidded limply for a few more feet, unconscious. The waitress sighed softly, straightening her apron before smiling at Rachel, the panther and the rabbit. "Sorry about that. I can't tolerate any violence in my tavern."