Leave without paying

"Take your filthy hands off me, you asshole", you scream full of anger and rage, while at the same time grabbing his wrists. Without giving him time to react, you lower your body, dragging the bartender's own mass over your shoulder in a wide arc, and sending him to crush on the floor noisily. Monstrous roars and laughs fill the entire Common room and the expression on the other patrons faces show great amusement and enjoyment. Unfortunately, the Bartender does not seem to share the opinion of his customers. His face has turned nearly blood red and his eyes- all three of them- seem as if about to pop out. His expression makes you want to laugh even harder, than the other patrons around, but you realize that it was probably not a good idea of making him a laugh stock in his very own inn.

" Oh, well. At least you landed on your ass", you joke at him as you dash towards the nearest exit.

"Raargh!! Get the fucking Bitch. Now!" you hear the barman scream at the top of his lungs. Before you had taken two steps, three guards jumped in your way, a wicked smile forming on their lips. Another two came towards you, coming through a door in the room's back. "Great. Just great", you silently think to yourself. "No wonder the streets are in such a mess. Just about every guard in Helmguard must be around here somewhere, getting drunk, instead of keeping the streets safe".

 You examine the guards and their procedure. Each guard wears studded leather armor, and iron helmets. They carry either clubs or saps, weaponry clearly meant to subdue the target rather than kill it outright. The circle around you in a careful and experienced way, yet their guard is left slightly open. Had you been armed with any kind of weapon, they would probably have been child's play. Now, however, things could get really ugly.