Suddenly the door is wrenched open vilontly, so vilontly that it hangs on its hinges at an angle as if it will never work again. Steadily a large and impresive warrior steps into the light. Women gasp in fear and lesser men lower their eyes and peer into the bottom of their mugs. NO-ONE can meet the warriors gaze. Merc Widowmaker has braught silence to the room and one by one the lesser patrons make their excuses and try to leave.
"I am looking for a man," Merc says softly though everyone heard him well. "He goes by the name of Edwin, anyone seen him ?"
All the patrons look at one another nervously. One got the feeling that if someone didnt say somthing soon Merk might draw his blade, No one wanred that !
No no one wanted that!
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Nobody tells me what to do, not even
me !