Just as he was getting tired of waiting, Pucksy finally showed up. The man was of average height, that coupled with him being relatively "big boned" made him look more like a dwarf than a human. But, he turned out to be a great laugh. Trafalgar enjoyed watching him interact with his customers. Speaking of customers, two of them started arguing about something and that little argument became a brawl. A mob of drunk men gathered around the two men that were fighting and cheered for their favorite, some betting on who would be the winner.

Amidst the fight, Trafalgar's eye caught the female elf from before who was trying to drag what seemed to be a relative of hers out of the tavern. The man was dead drunk but still he managed to move faster than her and pushed her towards the counter and onto the barkeep who in his surprise, threw the drinks he was about to serve, including his beer...
Trafalgar stood up, passed by the elf and walked towards the drunk man. The man looked up to him with his drunken look [i]"What you lookin' at?"[/i] he said, the smell of wine reeked all over him. Trafalgar raised his hand and quickly brought it down, striking him on the back of his head, rendering him completely unconscious. He then grabbed him by the torso and called for the elf's help [b]"Hey you, this is your relative right? I don't think you will be able to carry him all the way to your house. Let's rent a room and put him there until he wakes up. Come, help me carry him upstairs!"[/b] he shouted at her.