The man huffs and turns once more to Graeme and now Mulligan.  "Do you have any idea who I am?  Be gone, before I call for the guard and have you thrown into jail."  His voice rises rapidly into a shriek while his companions stand by looking smug and confident. 

Over at the far side of the room, the man talking to Sylharice rises with a smile on his face.  "Perhaps you'll meet him this evening.  In the mean time, it looks like your friends might be about to start a fight." 

Mulligan cracks her knuckles. "I know enough about who you are. You're a bully, plain and simple."

He responds kindly to the waitress " it is indeed.u know u are very beautiful.if you don't mind i would like to a tune for u" and he takes out his flute

Turning back from the halfling with a sneer and a look of triumph on his face, the noble laughs.  "That is a mistake you are going to regret."  He points to one of his companions.  "Gerart, go and get the guard so I can have these heathens in a cell."  Gerart turns to leave and the mans face turns smug.  "I'll show you who I am if you don't leave now."

The ageing warrior begins to cross the room towards the argument as the man behind the bar, realising what's about to happen shout, " 'Ere, calm it down.  I don't want the guard crawling all over this place!"

The waitress doesn't look that impressed with Sylharice's playing.  She rolls her eyes at the flute playing but gives him a smile any way.  "I got work to do," she says as she puts the pie on the table.  She turns to walk away and says, "heard better, and worse.  Keep practicing."  With that she waltzes off to the kitchen, ignoring the escalating argument across the room."

"Throw me in a cell? What crime have I committed?" Mulligan holds her hands up. "I'm just trying to talk."

The man laughs.  "You're blocking justice right now, that is why.  This halfling owes me a debt and is refusing to pay.  Anyway."  He turns back and points to the halfling.  "Payment by tomorrow or your family will be sold to the slave market so I can be reimbursed."  He turns back to Mulligan and Graeme, raising an eyebrow.  "Well?"

"Peasant!? Well now tha's jus' rude." Graeme walk around the men and sits down (with a groan) next to his new halfling friend. "Ahh, now tha's better! Please continue..." he says with a gesture of his hand. "... you were saying something about .... slaves? "

Mulligan narrows her eyes. "You are scum. Get out of here before I show you what happens to scum."

Across the room, the older man blocks Gerart's path to the door.  

At the word "scum" the mans face turns from smug to outrage, his hand going to his hip automatically for a weapon that isn't there.  Realisation dawns and his face pales a little.  Turning back to the halfling he slams his fist down on the table and shouts the word, "tomorrow" at him.  He points between Graeme and Mulligan.  "This is not the end of this.  I will find out who you are and when I do you had better watch your backs, lest something sharp and unpleasant end up lodged there. No one gets away with calling a Tallstag scum!"  He almost spits the last word.

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Ignoring this "Tallstag" fellow, Mulligan shifts her focus over to the poor halfling. "How much do you owe him?"

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The halfling looks up in surprise.  "Twenty......twenty five gold," he stutters.  "He's....he's going to sell my family," he wails at the newcomers.

"Is 'Tallstag' supposed to mean somethin'?" The smile now gone from Graemes face.

"It's the name of a noble family here, but I don't know much beyond that. And I hate to let a bully win, but if it means your family is safe..." Mulligan takes out twenty-five gold pieces and puts them on the table in front of the halfling.

Graeme is noticeably surprised by the stack of gold now sitting on the table.  He turns and whispers to the halfling. "Do you really owe the man that much? That's a considerable amount for a farmer."

Seeing the money on the table, Tallstag's eyes flash and he gathers the coin up in practiced fashion.  "Consider your debt paid," he says between gritted teeth to the halfling.  "Come," he says to his crony.  "Watch your backs," he says as the two nobles push past Mulligan and head towards the exit of the Leviathan, pausing only to gather Gerart and their weapons.

The halfling, who can't quite believe what's just happened stares opened mouthed at the pair.  "I borrowed five gold, for tools and seed from him."  He looks like he might burst into tears at the table, and his thanks are seemingly never ending.  Eventually he calms enough to explain.  "My crop was destroyed by something just before harvest.  I couldn't sell it.  He kept ramping up the debt.  It was only supposed to be eight."  His eyes go wide in panic.  "Welp, I gotta leave town quick, just in case.  Get back to the farm."

With the nobles leaving you are joined by the old warrior.  "That was neatly done.  Nice to see some of those noble brats not get their own way for once, though those particular ones,"  he glances back towards the door, "can be pretty nasty.  Think they own the city."  He sits at the table with them and says to the halfling.  "I think it'll be safe enough for you to go now," and he nods for him to leave.

As the halfling scuttles away he turns and says, "Merric Tealeaf.  If'n you ever need a place to stay, the farm is out on the north of the city.  Just knock on the door."  With that he rushes off.

The man holds out his hand to both Greaeme and Mulligan.  "Sildar," he introduces himself.  "Your friend over there said you might be interested in a job for Gundren? It may be wise, considering the influence that the Tallstag family has in Neverwinter, to vacate the city sooner rather than later. There will soon be a price on all your heads, probably this very evening. I think I may be able to help." 

Sylharice look at the upstarting brawl and said to the man shrugging "they aren't my friends and what's the point to get involved.afterall they look pretty capable.my concern is my business with gundren and only" when the fight was over he said" u see they already finished it "and he took a slice of  his pie offering to the man

As the men rush off, Graeme watches them leave looking visibly disappointed. "Well done, lass." he says to Mulligan. "Tha' was quite generous. If ever ya get in the mood for throwin' that stuff around again." Graeme grins and gestures to himself with his thumb.

Graeme turns to the old warrior, "Aye, I was lookin' tae pick up some work from Gundren."

"I, too, have come to see Gundren. And if his job gets me out of the city, that might be good for my head. Do you know him?"

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Sildar wrinkles his nose at the proffered pie.  "You actually ate some of that?" he asks incredulously.  "I've seen one of those things knock a hole in the wall." 

"What about those two," and he jerks his thumb towards the other two still in the room.  He calls over.  "You here for Gundren's job?"

"Yes, I know Gundren," answering Mulligan.  "He asked me to come down here and see if anyone interested in the job would turn up."  He starts fumbling inside his tunic.  "How much did the halfling owe?"