The dwarf sat cross the room took one last mouthful of ale, and throw the mug on the floor. It broke as it crashed a landing. He punched the table loudly as he stood up. Face reddened by the liqor, the dwarf is half drunk. He seemed to still have a sense of direction because he walked towards the group's table unmistakingly.
"Aye dun like ye attitude!" Waves of odor poured through his breath, he kicked the chair where the halfling sat "whats ye business here???"
OOC: When the bully starts drinking, one can sure expect trouble
