Extend the Story - Add a Room

"Rogan I challenge you. I will bring a fight to you!" you say jumping up from the tavern bar and getting the clans attention.

"Ahhh, then come young lad bring your blood, for it is soon to spill. Ha ha!"

You walk with your head high to thye middle of the tavern where Rogan boastfully stands. You size him up as a 6 and a half foot man weighing in at least 240 lbs of iron bulk muscle one of the clans strongest, but fast thinking and wit is what you have always out numbered most foes with.

Rogan wipes the sweat and blood from his bald head and steps foward. "Let us fight!"

You swing hard and make contact to what feels like a solid slab of metal on the side of his face. Rogan falls back and laughs. He sudeenly lunges foward with his fist and like thunder crashing down, it strikes your face dead square causing you to fall back.

Your vision blurs as you try and regain consciousness to continue fighting as the other clans men cheer on the fight.

"Let's say we give you a chance, wanna play using daggers?" ask Rogan challenging to the use of daggers in the fight.

Except only to the use of hands without weapons