So we stop in the local bar you know people. I go to the bar, I ring my bow, I call the bartender. I said “Look man, come down here”, he got down there, “So, what you want?”
Oh, nothing really, just seeing if you had any quests…
I noticed Sven was in the bar too. He looked at me and Faendal and said something about how we should get out of town while we still could. He didn’t do anything about it though. Hell, you’d probably [censored] out as well if two bad ass Bozzies came into your pub packing longbows.
This writer thinks he's being really clever. I can see right through him. He's not the only one who's read Bukowski.
He should develop his own voice and not rip off alcoholic poets.