Sentinel

"Keep a civil tongue in your head if you value your life." You say stepping back from the bar. The anger in the fat man's eyes burns as he glares at you.

"We don't care for strangers in the village. So get your filthy arse out of here or I'll cut it off." He says drawing a blade from it's sheath.

"We don't want any problems in here sirs." The bartender says slowly ducking away from the action. The fat man doesn't even hear him.

You stand looking at the man with a smirk on your face.