You backup into the witch.

Quickly you tack a step back into the witch. You then reach behind you, and grab her wrists. Using the momentum, you flip the witch overtop you. She disappears into the cellar. The trail of thuds, bangs, and a final crash follow.

You snatch a small lantern off the wall, and draw your sword. You race down the stairs, and find the old hag groaning in a pile.

"Damn, didn't break your neck. Should of figured a witch would have the devil's luck." You say out loud.

You swing your sword, but the witch roles out of the way. She quickly gets to her feet. You can now see her face. Wrinkles run across it like roads. She has several warts all over. She is smiling, giving you a good look at her yellowed teeth. They've been carved into points.

"You think you're pretty clever, bounty hunter. Which ever one of those little whores upstairs tipped you off will have hell to pay after I eat you." She cackles.

You ignore her taunt, and swing again. She nimbly dodges again. You continue swinging as she bounces around the cellar. You spot the real bartender, and a few women you assume work at the inn tied up against the one wall.

The witch laughs at you. "Keep swinging your sword you brute. You'll tire before me."

The witch has a smug look on her face, as she goes to leap backwards again, only to bump against a large wine cask. You grin, as she realizes you've been backing her into a corner. One final swing, and you cut her head clean off. You follow up by stabbing your sword through her heart, and pinning the body to the cask. You go and untie the staff.

"Thank you so much Sir." The real bartender says after being freed.

"We're not done yet. Grab as much salt as you can. We need to salt and burn the witch to kill her for good." You instruct the orc.

The employees set to work gathering up several bags of salt from upstairs. You then approach the body, and pull out your sword. The body of the witch hits the floor with a loud thud. Two serving wenches immediatly start pouring salt over the body.

You walk over to the severed head. It suddenly springs to life. This startles the staff around you.

"I'll have my ****! I'll eat your flesh! I'll eat your soul!" The witch's head cries out.

"Eat this." You aay in disgust as you pour salt over the head. You try to aim most of it in her mouth. "When it's dry enough start a large fire outside. Carry the body and head out, and toss them in the fire. Last make sure nothing of her is left, but ash."

The bartender nods as you make your way to your room. The tavern area has quieted down, as most patron have left, or gone to bed. You **** your weary body up the stairs. Finding your room you unlock the door, and head in.

You turn around and lock the door behind you. Turning back you are greated by a nude lizardfolk sitting on your bed.

"Silvia!" You shout in shock.

"Thank you soo much Master! You've saved everyone from that horrible witch. As your reward, I am pledging a life debt to you." Silvia proclaims excitedly.