The ambiance of the room would suddenly be shattered with a drunken roar and the schwing of a blade leaving it's sheath.
"Yar barkeeps an' wenches, afix me something with bite an' snap to it on tha double!" Pirate Eastep skittered through the door with his cutlass thrusted heriocally into the air, and a swashbuckling nature all about him.






