Davon yawned, this was his third bottle of rum.
He was about to call the innkeeper to pay, but something stopped him.
Slowly his hands went to his pockets.
Davon panicked, he knew Maenlorn wouldnt accept another weak excuse for not paying.
Hey Maenlorn! Davon shouted.
What is it? Another bottle?
No, could I go to your balcony for a second? I need some fresh air!
I dont know Davon. Low on gold again?
He had to get out of here, Maenlorns newly hired bouncer was looking violencly at Davon.
Davon looked the other way. He knew there was only one escape, and it wasnt the best one.
Maenlorn? Bring me three more bottles!
Maenlorn grinned, he knew what the pirate was up to.
When Davon finished four more drinks, a Nord sat down next to him.
Say, Imperial, you wanna do a contest?
Beer? The pirate asked