Wary of the great number of thieves and bounty hunters (Bobba Fett ?), you managed to find a seat in the crowd. Just then, a fight started. Blue streaks of lightning were traded between a Red Wizard and a dark elf. "No fights allowed here, ye hear me!" The barkeep anxious to protect his establishment, quickly armed himself with a nasty looking crossbow and hurried to stop the fray. Not wishing to be around when the city guard arrives, they left hurriedly, leaving the serving wenches to clear up the mess. The barkeep turns his full attention on you, the newcomer.