[Steve]

With shivers going over his spine and a taste of vomit coming up in his mouth, Malkaer feebly raised his tankard and repeated the other esh’lahier’s toast. Then he closed his eyes and proceeded to take a very small sip. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad…

The Thane forgot about the taste of the ale or what might be in it when the tankard was smashed against his chin. As he was falling flat on his back, Malkaer opened his eyes and saw a very large body pressing against his face. His own body shuddered as it hit against the floor. The Orc who was atop him rose clumsily and knocked down Malkaer's drinking companion. As the Orc was regaining his balance, he was struck on the head by a table and fell toward Kle'anther. The Orc's knee hit squarely against the Elf's neck and Malkaer could hear the crushing of the neck bones. When he looked over at his drinking companion, the Thane could see that he was dead.

By now the Orcs were done fighting and went to the Bar for fresh drinks. Malkaer was still on the floor with a very sore jaw, the mark still on his forehead and a dead esh'lahier lying next to him. A Goblin came along, rummaged through Kle'anther's pockets and pouch, emptying them and then stood over Malkaer, appearing hesitant as to whether ot not to rob him. However the Goblin was a scavanger, not one who would fight for what might turn out to be an empty purse. The Goblin walked off, seeking easier pickings.

A passing Orc tripped over Malkaer, turned and stared at the Thane lying on the floor and delivered a sharp kick to the ribs before leaving.

This was not a friendly place and the only person who might have cared for Malkaer's well being was now dead. If it be any consolation, at least Malkaer did not have to drink the contents of the tankard.