In the room filled with Jaw dropped people and three battered brutes. The atmosphere becomes dark as the audience begins to exchange bet. Most people it seems betted on the brutes.
The Bartender become angry.
"Dammit, I paid good money for those thugs. even more than this foolish bet!"
"Here is your 500 gold. If you ever need work, let me know, I could use a man with your skillset."
*The Bartender gives the Anglian a large bag of gold*
"Bard. I am all clear of gold. your bet will have to wait for another day."