"For me the archers are not an issue, I have come across chaotic warriors of late and they are very tough. Were it not for my planning I think there would be no one to drink my cup of ale!"
Krusten hears the old man talking and smiles with a devilish look. She looks at Hunter and raises her ale mug at his daring accomplishment.
While drinking his ale Merlin hears the abrupt woman speak to Noukril and almost sprays his beer all over the table trying to contain a laugh. He is lucky to contain himself and shakes his head about what could have happened.
Merlin watches the man leave but says nothing about it. He considers his own time in the tavern being wasteful so he gets up, fixes his clothes, tries to dust the bread crumbs from his armor and then leaves to head back to patrolling.
Hunter grumbles about having to pay for healing to get back out exploring. He says to himself, "Were it not for the intense competition I would be quite fine with resting in my bed!"
Kronar walks into the Tavern with a few cuts and scrapes. 'Meery meet to ye all, I shall has't thy most wonderous ale,' he says, giving some coin to the Barman.