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Bean, having walked into the tavern in time to hear the last comment, decides that this is not worthy of a man, and as such decides that Ant should be punished. He grabs Ant and hangs him over the big tree which was fortunatly outside the inn with a rope hanging from it.

a local man points out that ants can't be hung.

the local man pauses for a moment then states that the ant didn't talk but simply thought 'wibble' with enough force to heard by us in our minds.

the ant thought 'well the local man would we in a fight, if it came to that'

Bean, after recovering from the unexpected attack walks over and shakes Spetims hand, thanking him for knocking Ant out, and ording in the same breath.

"I'll have what he's having, it looks good."

[[Order: Heated Ale]]

*Septim pours Bean a heated ale.

"Nice choice, though if you want something really warm, try the Dragon Brew..."

"Did you say a Dragon Brew eh? That sounds interesting so I shall have that also.  If I fall asleep just hit me with something."

Bean, wondering why the local man is having a cry about an insignificant ant, tells him to either walk out the door or be thrown out the door. He hopes he chooses to be thrown out, as he enjoys his dragon brew.

Waking up a short time later with a sore face, Bean notices that his drink had been spilled. Muttering to himself about the dangers of drinking and falling off your seat only to have strange dreams where ants could talk, he staggers to his feet and after thanking the barman for his hospiality, stumbles outside to clear his head.

Bean, being outside at the time was unable to hear the conversation, and deciding his head is clear enough for another delicious Dragon Brew heads back inside the tavern. To his horror the local man is still in there unable to get over the fact he is defending ants, so Bean promptly leaves again for the freedom of the stretch of road outside the tavern.

[[Oh yeah, that's right...  how'd Septim get his guns?]]

"Erm, AK-47s are the new... longbow they made."

Charley falls to the floor and feels blood trickle down his forehead.  He then reaches for the first thing he can and finds that it is a stool leg.  Charley stands up and shoves the stool leg down Arvious' throat and then drags him to the "bathroom" before throwing him in and locking the door.  Charley then turns to Septim and holds up one finger.

"One ale sir to celebrate my victory over that odd fellow.  Good thing Scientist still has that thing active."

Charley then falls forward onto the ground, but not before hitting Ant in the face with a banana peel.

[[Order: Ale]]

Septim please hand me your coldest beer?
that dang weather is killing me

Bean wandering back into the tavern notices that the ant is finally gone, before turning to Charley.

"Thanks, i never tried to start anything with that ant, but it wouldnt get the message."

Icicle ale?
wow this is cold, cheers septim

Bean gives up trying to talk to the shaking Charley, and turns to Septim.

"Do you have anymore hints on how to get rid of ants more easily? Another dragon brew with the advice, with something for yourself, of course."

[[Order: a dragon brew and a drink for Septim, even though he is the barman.]]

another "icicle ale" please septim?

Bean, annoyed by the lack of attention, walks up to Charley, does a few elborate hand movements and then trips over the bar stool behind him. Cursing, he rises to his feet to find Charley watching him in amusement.

"Just pour me a drink and keep quiet, Charley, or I'll set the ant onto you, and believe me, you dont want to get caught up in his 'local man' and ants thinking things rubbish."

*Pours some drinks and sits down on a stood behind the bar*

"Not so loudly >< I had too much to drink"

"Suicide?! Suicide you say?"

*Charley suddely pulls out his yew bow and fires an arrow at the head of Arvious*

"A safe drink then? Well I have just the thing"

*Pours Arvious a water.  Then rubs his chin for a moment before pouring a common ale*

"There you go...have one or the other...or even both if you do not care."

"Something strong?"

*Pours a Septim Shot*

"Enjoy!"

"Septim Shot, not too bad, just what a person needs to help him think clearly after being shot with a crossbow. "

*Sitting down at a table, Bean enjoys his Septim Shot, before deciding it was time to leave.

"thanks for the drink, Charley, ill be back soon"

the plain man drank his water then said "i thought it was a game 'who could give the vagest order?"

"Ah, thank you Charley!"

*Arvious drinks his water, but it comes back out with the arrow holes in his throat.

"Um, this isn't supposed to happen, is it?"