The Broken Arrow Inn
You sit on a wobbly stool at the bar and the bartender looks at you. He is a very large and burley man and does not look like someone to be messed with. You ask how much an order of ale is, the bartender replies; "2 gold for a pint". You order it and he places the frothy pint in front of you. The music from behind you gets louder and the patrons seem to be having a good time. As you near the end of the pint you look up and motion for another.
"Gotta pay for that one first." the bartender says in a gruff voice.
You plop down the 2 gold and wait for him to give you a second pint.
"You are a little short." he says.
"Short?" you reply, "But you said it was only 2 gold!"
He smiles a wicked smile, "Yeah but you still owe the guy at the front desk 10 more gold for your room." He then takes the empty pint and crushes it with his bare hand.
Without further adu you cough up the rest of the gold you owe for the room, and wonder what would have happened if you had simply drifted off to sleep.
"Gotta pay for that one first." the bartender says in a gruff voice.
You plop down the 2 gold and wait for him to give you a second pint.
"You are a little short." he says.
"Short?" you reply, "But you said it was only 2 gold!"
He smiles a wicked smile, "Yeah but you still owe the guy at the front desk 10 more gold for your room." He then takes the empty pint and crushes it with his bare hand.
Without further adu you cough up the rest of the gold you owe for the room, and wonder what would have happened if you had simply drifted off to sleep.