At the floating dragon tavern all walks of lude wether man or monster walk, talk and drink to be merrie.. yet then amogst the drinking tables, spoiled bowls, and loosened females.. theres festering bubble upon others souks.. anger.. rage.. the burning urge to pummel all in there path as life.. the fates dealth them a the wrong hand of cards.. 

  roll 13 or higher to spot any brawlers and drunkards that seem to look like pure trouble..  if you pass you see a drooling enraged half ogar slumped over a beaten up round table.. No one goes close as they feel his burning swet like steam filling the air.. if you fail you will stumble on accident from drinking one to many dwarvin ales.. you eill stumble on the ogars table.. either way he sees you, he wants his fists crackled, his knuckle born hunger needs your face.. 

what is your response? 

Keep in mind weapons arent allowed and are kept under watch and key by two tall massive musclex human female barbarian bouncers. Magic is kept minimal as it will alert the hi powered mage watch gaurd.