"Oh, I'd like to see that, though I'm more dangerous with my pants do-"<br/><br/>The older man pounded the opposite end of the table with three large pints of frothing beer, interrupting Pyth.  He gave them each a shove sending the mugs gliding across the wood - Pyth catching his, Tessa's hurtling towards her, and the last ending just at the edge facing the empty seat beside her.  "Give 'er some air, Pyth.  Like good beer the girl needs to breathe," he laughed knocking on the table as he circled around.  Sitting down and bumping knees with Tessa as he spread his legs and leaned back with a deep groan, he downed a quarter of his mug in one gulp.<br/><br/>"Bah, meet the Troll," sighed Pyth.<br/><br/>"That's Toll," he burped indignantly slamming his drink down on the table.  "And it's a pleasure.  So what do you think about our offer?"