Many eyes followed the squat, muscular form that entered the city. Anyone in his way soon gave him passage at one look at the weapons held in his hands as many, while seeing a dwarf wasn't all that rare, seeing one who has taken the oath of the Slayer was rare indeed. This particular dwarf wasn't easy on the eyes when compared to the rest of his kind, with his nose looking more like a piece of chewed up meat and part of his ear missing, this dwarf definantly a sore sight for ones eyes. Belrak had long ago learned to care less what people thought about him in both appearance and his attitude as both wouldn't help him in his search for his doom.<br/><br/>Belrak stood in the middle of the road for a moment and looked back behind back out to the wilderness that he traveled in for some time now, having traveled from Io to the port city of Dalos. He had fought any and everything that had crossed his path, from goblins to orcs and everything in between, but so far everything he had happened upon only resulted in infuriating him into a frenzy and slaying each and every foe and with each fight he had nothing to show but a few cuts and bruises.<br/><br/>Moving once more, he sought out the nearest inn, tavern, bar, anyplace that served alcohol and found himself entering a place called Fiddler's Den. The place wasn't that overly crowded as the dwarf made his way over to the long bar and placed his weapons against it before taking a seat. "I'll have what passes as mead amongst your kind." he demanded of the rather plump human who worked behind the bar, watching as the man looked him for a moment and just stared before getting two mugs for Belrak and fill them up till the foam spilled over a little and placed both before Belrak.<br/><br/>"You're a bit of an odd one, aren't you?" asked the barkeep as he watched the dwarf take one of the mugs and downed its contents in the space of a few seconds, his face screwing up then as the taste of the drink struck him.<br/><br/>"This taste's like a rat took a piss in it." he complained as looked back over at the barkeep and snorted. "Keep em coming." he said before turning to start drinking from the other mug before him while the barkeep did what was demanded of him by the dwarf. Though it was a human brew, after about a dozen or so drinks was Belrak even beginning to remotely feel the effect of all the alcohol he consumed but didn't show any sign of stopping his drinking as he went at it at a steady pace.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before trouble came walking in through the door though, taking the form of a pair of caravan guards who were just paid and intended on drinking a little before continuing their spending at the Midsummer's fair. Their plans changed a little when they saw Belrak sitting there and decided to toy around with the dwarf, walking up behind him while he drank. "I see the circus in town. Why don't you perform some tricks for those of us whose here? Probably can't pay for those drinks anyways," the first one said. When Belrak said nothing this seemed to get on their nerves a little bit, causing the first one to speak again. "I said perform some...." but the sentence wasn't finished as he had placed his hand upon Belrak's shoulder, something unwise as the next thing the caravan guard knew he was knocked flat on his back as the Dwarf struck him with a fist.<br/><br/>"Never interrupt me when I'm drinking." he shouted at the pair, hoping off the stool he was on and taking a blow from the other caravan guard, but that only angered Belrak more as he struck the other man, starting a brawl between the three of them.