The eleven stranger, still smiling continues to scan the room for his friend Fate. The sirly bartender hands the Elf a chipped, bone mug that looked rather old and dirty but inside the mug held a Amber liquid, the bartender said with a gruff voice,
"That's the finest drink we got my friend, I call it 'Dragons Fire' be carful it's very strong."
The Elf turned, thanked the Bartender, turned back around and leaned on the counter once again. Before he could take a drink he suddenly spotted Fate! She was yelling at a bard and she looked very mad. The elf smiled, shut his eyes and began to day dream about the adventure he had shared with Fate, fighting monsters and finding loot, it was a happy thought. He was very pleased at the thought of Fate needing him for another adventure, he had enjoyed the last one so muc--
BANG!
His eyes snapped opened and his hands flew up into the air spilling his drink on the people around him. Someone had fired a gun and Fate was fighting with the bard.
The Elf began to walk towards Fate, he looked worried and thought to himself,
"This is no way to begin our adventure! I must intervene, perhaps Fate needs my help."