A tavern was never a good place to drink your ale in peace, at least not in this part of Kartha. He should have chosen the cosy-looking inn that he had passed by earlier instead. The drink might have been more expensive there but he wouldn't have had to deal with this sort of troubles at least. His thoughts were roughly interrupted by a fist flying into the direction of his nose and he could barely dodge it. Beside him he heard an amused giggle. Damn it, why did that kind of woman always seek him out? Did he really look like he had to pay for certain favours? But thoughts off the wench and on the "gentleman" opposite of him or the next blow would hit for sure. Seemed like the bloke didn't take the prospect of his nightly amusement getting interested in another potential customer easy.