Had a tussle with some overly sensitive lad who seemed to think calling over a barmaid to place an order was some grand slight against her maidenly honor or some crock! Has he never had to call up one of Barli's staff over the din of the music and talk between folk? What a fool.
I thought I'd treat this little "hero" to a drink of weeks old mead on me. It's old but I've drunk worse and he'd could have just refused to drink it, the little whimpering sod. I figured he'd get the message to go soak his head, but the little fellow got so cross he came over and landed a cheap shot on my nose without warning and had me spill my ale! Who hits a man in the middle of drink? And folks think I'm a bastard do they? Ha!
This wouldn't have been the first time my nose had been broken and likely won't be the last given the thin skinned little lilly-boys coming through the Pony of late - can't take a joke it seems and bristle at the most mild chiding that bruises their delicate petals! I had half a mind to sink my dagger into his belly after that cheap shot, but I knew better than to cause such a scene in The Pony. It's not much, but it's the best place I know of to get a good pint of ale or decent bed, so I can't afford getting banned from it. I also wouldn't want to have the Watch on me either for teaching that little rat a lesson even if I was right to do so! Men like him are always trying to pick a fight to prove something or to show others how big they are. It just goes to show how small this fellow thought of himself to go picking a fight over asking a barmaid for a drink. I'd wager he was just wanting to impress the girl to go have a quick roll in the hay later.
Of course this little rat, this delicate little lilly-boy, had the nerve to call me a coward as he ran off after breaking my nose while I drank my ale. I called him for what he was as he tucked tail and ran and he had the nerve to bristle at being called coward himself. This rat wanted a fair fight, or so he claimed, so I figured I'd teach him a thing or two since he wanted to tussle. Of course I should have known with the first cheap shot that he wasn't looking for a real fight between men. He got some spear off his back and struck me in the core with his haft, causing me to lose my breath and stumble over. If it wasn't for some good stranger coming to my aid, I'm afraid this lilly-boy-rat would have killed me on the spot for bruising his delicate little petals in front of the barmaid he was trying to bed. I would have thought more folks would have stepped in to stop the fool from making an even bigger mistake but it's times like this when those who are true-folk and those who are not are found out.
That accursed little elf Cesistya didn't even flinch in her seat as I took a tumble. I should've known better than to think an elf would be anything but treacherous! In fact, the whole accursed place didn't seem to lift a finger to come to my aid, they all watched on as I was set upon by that thin skinned fellow without a care for whether I lived or died. I suppose that goes to show me who I can rely on - the wretched and unwanted look out for our own. The little man proved himself an even greater coward by not wanting to fight my gracious protector and fled The Pony. I offered the man who aided me a drink but he refused, deciding instead to head off on his own to the bar top. I can't recall his name, but I remember seeing his likeness on notices posted in Bree previously. It's only fitting that a criminal comes to my aid while the Watch and other "respectable" folk do nothing.
If I see that little lilly-boy on the roads outside of Bree you can rest assured I will make him pay for breaking my nose and teach him a lesson he won't forget!
-Blackbent
