[color=gold][center][h3]Zook[/h3][/center][/color][hr]
Zook was just going to introduce himself to the two men inside the inn with a flourish and fanfare from a minor [i]illusion[/i] spell he had been saving for a rainy day (it wasn't raining but what the heck) when the GIANT NORTHERN WOMAN burst through the door and started shoving a spear in their faces. Well, actually above Zooks head, but it was still frightening. The wizard guy seemed to be up to something. His hands were all glowy with arcane runes. Not to mention the sword he had just [i]popped[/i] out of thin air. 

And there was something not quite right about the "Owner" of the place. He seemed to be fumbling around behind the bar, as if he didn't quite know what was what. Zook had spent a lot of time in taverns with Zirklas [i]Rhapsodists[/i] and this guy didn't seem to be the tavern-keep type. 
The knight who sauntered in and calmly asked about the state of the libations was certainly unnerving. 

[color=gold]"Just a moment my fine lady,"[/color] said Zook with authority. [color=gold]"Like my two fine friends here said, we don't want trouble. I think were probably all running as far away from trouble as possible-last thing we want is a bare-knuckle sober brawl in this old heap of an inn after traveling all day. Besides, I think their is enough room at the bar for all of us. Peace eh? I'll play us a tune while this guy pours a round on me?" [/color]With that, Zook took a small coin pouch from his tunic and plopped it up on the bar offering it to the supposed bar keep.