You pay the bill, to avoid the bartenders intimate attentions.

With a sharp slap on the hand with which he was fondling your breasts, you hand him over all of your money, adding "that's all you're getting today, buddy. Now beat it" You see a hurt look on his face, but he turns and leaves without saying a thing. He walks back to his bar, but keeps on eying you even more intensely now. You simply smile and turn your attention elsewhere, certain that you are more than capable of taking care of thugs like him anytime.

   Suddently, you feel a sharp pain on the back of your skull and your ears fill with the cracking sound of breaking wood.You fall from your chair, smashing headfirst upon the stone floor beneath you. Just before you completely black out, you think that you saw the figure of an armed man, holding a broken stool in his hands and bending over you.