Kodor looked up from a pile of assorted roasted meats, a turkey leg still hanging from his maw, with meat-greases dripping onto his chest, giving it a vital shine. Normally he did not concern himself with much outside of meats and ales and whatever hunts he was assigned by the strange animal-man, but this was a strange event. A tribesman from the great conquerors had arrived. Kodor only knew a little from the stories he'd heard, but as he understood, they were not a part of his tribe, and therefore, trying to conquer him. Kodor did not like this. No man had the right to establish his law over Kodor's mind or Adonis-like body.

The barbarian gripped the heavy, oaken table between thick fingers, each digging into the wood. He lifted the heavy, ten foot long chunk of wood into the air, the food and drink of other patrons sliding off. With a mighty roar, he brought it down onto the Imperial soldier's head, no doubt an attack he couldn't block with his injuries, or dodge without entering the crowd.

Looking at the pile of splinters before him, Kodor turned to the crowd and gave a toothy grin and a thumbs up.
"You're welcome."