He grinned. "Handle you? Hah, I've held off three ogres at once, wearing nothing but my boots, and armed with nothing but a broken broomstick," he bragged, his other two companions rolling their eyes at the story. "I could bed the whole lot of you twice, and still be ready to fight in the morning! Alas, my, ahh, coin purse won't quite stretch that far," he admitted, a bit sheepishly.<br/><br/>"It would, if you hadn't busted up the bar and been forced to pay for the repairs," the bookish fellow said.<br/><br/>The brute snorted. "I should still have enough coin for at least one fair maiden... now, which of you wants the privilege of my company?" he asked, with a loud guffaw.