Stilheim wandered into the bar, seemingly oblivious to the growing brawl. "a shot of your strongest", and proceeded to down it with gusto. "now to have some fun..", and grabbed the nearest thug's head and slammed it into the counter with a loud thud.
Before he could strike out at someone else, a meaty fist struck him face, "you'll regret that you throne forsaken fool!". Grabbing an empty mug, he smashed it over the thug's head, though he was still smarting, his blood was on fire.
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