What kind of men hunt wizards indeed, one specific kind would be what usually came to the mind of most of the people of the kingdom. The look of surprise on her face brought a smile to his face as he began to smile just before the interruption from the other table continued. He leaned back in the chair slowly and let one arm drape over the back of the chair as he watched the growing confrontation.
A smile creped onto his face as he watched the woman deal with the drunk, growing wider as she delt with him handily. The man crashed to the floor with a mighty clatter of armor, flab, and cheap beer as Aurin watched the pathetic drunken avalanche. A soft chortle escaped him before he flashed a grin towards Imenry.
“I noticed. A shame when they happen to be that drunk they happen to be rather clumsy don’t they?”, Aurin’s voice was light and amused as he sipped on his drink and turned his attention back towards the woman. “I was saying that the challenge would be good, that out merry band would have one more fellow along, and that the price is negotiable…and that you would get first pick of any…loose valuables that our quarry might have.”
As he spoke however a small commotion slowly began. The flying mug of beer spiraled though the air, spewing foaming droplets of ale over a few patrons before it came to rest in an explosion of sour smelling liquid in the lap of one of the hunters.
The man looked down, stunned for a moment before he snarled out a curse and began to stand as he wiped the foamy substance away from his face. A snarl was on his face before he shoved himself away from the table and began to stalk over towards the table with the remaining three revelers at it. Those three worthies were busy attempting to collect their friend from the floor, a task made difficult by the fact that all three of them had taken in just as much ale as the man on the floor.