Bali stood out of his chair so quickly that his boot curled around one of the legs, toppling him over (to the general laugh of the elven audience). "Had one too many ales, aye dwarf?!"
Ignoring them, but thinking murderous thoughts to himself, Bali pulled himself up and attempted to run through the room, bumping, tripping, and generally nocking patrons over.
But when he arrived at the table he had seen the elf at, it was no elf but two strange men who sat there, deep in conversation. He turned away from them and scanned the crowd. My!, the inn had gotten full.
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