"No. Everything is fine. This is just a private discussion between old freinds" States the warrior in the middle resting his hand on the longsword at the his side. You also notice that he has a crossbow across his back and hear the framilar chime of chainmail when he turns to regard you. One of his 'freinds' turns to regard you, his hand on his mace while the other two turn back to the cowering man.
The leader of the group, a scarred man in chainmail, leans menacingly over the table of the patron. “You’re the one, ain’t you?” he asks. The other man recoils in the booth, mumbling. You hear him manage to stutter, “I—I—d-don’t know what you’re talking about.” The scarred man seizes the shirt of the tavern patron, fumbles with the man’s shirt collar, and yanks out a holy symbol.
You all notice the rest of the tavern patrons edging towards the north door.
-Nova
IT IS THE RESPONSIBILITY of intellectuals to speak the truth and to expose lies. --The Responsibility of Intellectuals, Noam Chomsky. The New York Review of Books, February 23, 1967.