Drunken Hare

Old Jorn could not believe how busy the place was today. The Hare was usually the haunting grounds of farmhands, lumberjacks and the poorest in general in town. The food was questionable, the drinks were watered and the wrong look or word could get you a dagger in the gut.
But with some many newcomers arriving today a few faces were bound find the burrowed tavern. Jorn sipped his ale and looked around the dim room. Loud and smoky as every other day but there was a tension in the air under what appeared to be some merriment and fun.

It probably had something to do with that young boy with the airs of a lording throwing and lending coin around like there was no tomorrow. The only faster way to get a a shiv in the ribs in the Drunken Hare than the wrong word was to show too much coin.
The Guard hardly every came this way unless it was to shake some free some drinks from 'Arry and his girls.

Still, he could feel it in his bones, there was going to be trouble tonight. So he drain his mug, left two coppers on his table and made his way up the stairs into the dark windy night. As he left three men crashed into him, sending him to the muddy floor. He recognised the one in the lead. A tall muscular, dark skinned lumberjack that had arrived in the colony last year. His face was covered in of Vastad symbols tattoos.
One of the most dangerous thugs of Lowood. Old Jorn got up gingerly. It was starting to rain, but he was glad he had left when he did.

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The three burly looking men quickly saw the man they had been told was lending money to anyone that could present collateral. Sitting at a table in a dark corner, he was talking to a tall woman in long flowing robes. The man with the face tattoos approached the table and sat in front of the the young man. His two large companions stood behind him glaring around the room, their hands on the wooden black hilts of their hand axes.
The tattooed man grabbed the bottle of wine in the table in front of him and took a swig.
"Heard yuh lending sum funds, boy? Is dat tru?" he look at Wim deep in the eyes. "No lending funds in Lowood unless wi sey suh..."
He pulled his hand axe from his belt and started running his thumb through its edge checking how sharp it was.
"Wi gonna haffi tek a cut of a third..." he said spitting on the floor next to Voah's feet.
"A quarter, if you let us all have some fun with the blonde peach." the man to his left said looking lewdly at Voah. The three men laughed at the crude joke.
"Or we just cut your throat and take your little ledger." the last man said moving forwards. "Do we make ourselves clear, boy?"

OCC: Actions have consequences in Arcadia. :-D