The entrance
Your conversation is disturbed by a collective "ooooh", followed by deafening silence.
A very large, very visibly perturbed man bellows, "Watch where you're going, shrimp."
"Watch where I am going? Watch where *I* am going? You ran into me!", retorts the much smaller man (who, by the way, is wearing a very tall, very pointed hat). "Apologize before I turn you into a pile of dung! or worse, a lawyer!"
The larger man laughs, "You obviously don't know how l33t I am. I am going to pwn you and then take your warez as a souvenier!"
The big pointed hat wearing height challenged man replies with an icy stare , followed by strange words, which sound like a cross between a monk's chanting and cats having sex. After a few moments, he realizes nothing is happening. Looking worried, but thinking quickly he yells, "bartender! quick! roll a d20 and see if my fireball strikes this oaf!".
The bartender, looking perplexed, answers "what is a d20?"
Luckily a young man wearing a black t-shirt with a dragon logo on it is nearby. He opens the drawstring on a small cloth bag and pulls out an ivory sphere like item with numbers on it. He tosses the sphere to the bartender, "that's a d20, now roll it on the bar, I want to see how this turns out!".
The bartender does as instructed, and when the sphere stops rolling, says "nineteen".
A smile makes its way to the smaller man's face, "doesn't look like you'll be pwning anyone today l33t-boy!". This comment is near-instantly followed by a bright flash of flame, a burning smell, and a pile of ashes where the larger man was standing. "Let that be a lesson to everyone--never mess with a man who wears a hat as big as mine!"
He hands the bartender a few gold pieces, orders a round of drinks for everyone, and softly mutters to himself, "Yor is IN the house..."
