Ditka stared gloomily into his cups, he could taste the sickly taint of magic in the air. What, or more importantly, who the hell had made his say something like that, "Oh my gosh indeed" he thought. A Barbarians life was about drinking and wenching and being hip deep in bloodied axes and someone elses giblets. Damn all wizards and their mind control games. He shifted his gaze from the departing gnome, and impaled the young mage with a glare. Good, that at least wiped the smirk off the eyes of the insolent pup, but the cool stare that was being returned displayed no hint of either regret or guilt. Maybe the lil goober hadn't been to blame after all - ite better not be that some fool is spiking this ale with any #!%@#*^ wine.
Lurching to his feet, Ditka bellowed for the headman "Gareth, get your candied ass in here NOW".
The doors burst open as Slip leapt back into the bar, "Listen everyone, I said Listen..., Gareth is..".
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