A friendly night at the pub

What started out as a nice dinner and drinks with the faun, some how ended up with you carrying trays of drinks. And flirting with the drunken customers, there was plenty of slap and tickle. However no one asked you to get under the table, by the end of the night you were tired and your feet were hurting. At last you helped Arlen get the last of the drunks out the door, and then began the clean up for the night. "Oi sexy... this is for you." The older faun gestured to a small pile of coins he had laid out on the bar, you look at him curiously for a long moment. "For the help serving tonight... ya didn't have to do that. But ya pitched in... so take the coins."

"I was just trying to be helpful." You explain shyly, as the handsome faun shoves the money towards you.

"Well you've earned some coin for it..." Arlen said with a smile, as you slowly picked up the coins and put them in your already bulging purse. "You could earn a bit more... if you want to come up to my room." The goat man snorted with a lewd grin, Arlen had been teasingly hitting on you all night. Now it seemed he was being pretty plain, walking over to him you lean in close planting a kiss on his lip's.

"You would never have to pay for that..." You answer him with a soft smirk, feeling the faun trembled in desire for you. "Of course I am Ooloks bitch... so you would have to clear it with him first." Just then a strange heavily cloaked figure came in through the doors, glancing over at him Arlen called out harshly.

"Oi it's past last round mate... We're closed!" The cloaked finger just ignored that, looking past the faun towards you.

While you suddenly got a very bad feeling, even as one side of the cloak flared up as a arm flickered out. You saw the glint of metal at the last possible second, but just stood there frozen in shock as you realized you were about to die. And then the heavy ceramic mug smashed into it, sending the deadly blade spinning away with a steely ring. As Arlen tossed the handle of that shattered mug to the floor, moving to position himself between the figure and yourself. "That's enough of that..." The faun shouted in a loud voice, as he pulled a club from behind the bar. "Get out of here before I bust yer head." Just then the door to the kitchen opened, the old cook Franz came stomping out to join the group.

"Is there some problem here?" He demanded looking big and intimidating, as he stood there glaring at the hooded figure. Who adjusted its position slightly, so that he could attack or fight in either direction.

"I don't understand... why are you trying to kill me?" You asked, finally managing to draw the elfish dagger that was still on your belt. You couldn't help noticing, that the dagger on the pub floor was almost exactly like the one you were holding. And then in a split second the air was filled with flying steel, Arlen managed to block two with his club. But one slipped past and buried it's self in his thigh, while one sailed over his shoulder straight at you. Twisting away you managed to avoid it by a hairs breath, while on the other side of the room Franz snorted as a two dagger spouted from his chest. The big man just grunted, and then tore them out and tossed them away seemingly unfazed.

"Oh you've done it now." Arlen grunted looking over at the cook, who let out a growl that sounded very animal like. Suddenly the big human was twisting and growing as he changed shape, now the hooded figure was back peddling as he watched the cook change. Making one last try the cloaked figure whipped out a small crossbow, taking aim at you while Franz finished changing and stood up right letting out a howl. The bolt was released with a soft 'Twang' leaping across the room at your chest, **** sure and fast there was nothing anyone could... As you watched in shock, your hand holding the dagger lifted up and almost lazily batted the crossbow bolt out of the air. You had never moved so fast in your whole life... it was like something within you had changed in that instant. You had always been a passive youth, fighting of any kind just seemed dumb for someone so slender and small. Then just as quickly you threw that dagger, amazingly it flew across the room and buried it's self into your attacker's side. You felt a strange thrill seeing that... and a odd sense of satisfaction at being able to do it.

"Whats all this then?" A city guardsman called from the door way, as the cloaked figure spun around tugging the dagger out of his side with his left hand. While throwing a dagger of his own at the guardsman, the narrow blade punching right through the guards chain-mail shirt. The guard staggered back out into the street, blowing his whistle loudly summoning every guardsman within earshot. As the cloaked figure darted out the door, and vanished into the darkness of the fog shrouded streets. With the big furry black werewolf in close pursuit, which only added to the chaos on the fog shrouded streets.