I may not be the nicest person in Sinatorium, but I couldn't sleep knowing that here you are struggling to enjoy yourself here at such a wonderful tavern.

Listen up people, this chair is not a coat rack, nor is it something that will hold your weapons, this chair belongs to Caliope, and if I find one butt that doesn't belong in that chair, I will turn them into a block of ICE.

Those who oppose our cause will die quickly, and even quicker if by the hands of a graduate from the Barbus Academy, which will be open soon.

Excuse me, Caliope, I couldn't help but overhear your complaint earlier, and I went to the market and bought you something special, *walks to the backroom for a moment and comes out with a new chair that has a step on the side, and sits higher so she may sit at the table more easily.*

You couldn't have come at a better time, my senses have been going nuts, and evil has struck me, and I am the evil in here, there was an attempt on my life last night, which is nothing shocking since I am/was a contract killer, but now I focus on teaching the ways of Drow Combat at my new school up the block.

Maltius, I know of that place, about 200 years ago there was an attempt by minor demons to overthrow that land and take it as thier own.

I'm your huckleberry, naw just kidding, my name is Barbus, I am the protection around here anything that gets out of line in this tavern, has to deal directly with me. But, since I cannot be in two places at once, maybe I could offer you a little bit of gold to help me out around here, keeping this place a safe place.

Running Man

To Jericho, may one day his balls drop and he takes a little sting like a man. *Holds his drink in the air and then takes a big gulp*

I could give it a go, but I do not think I need the wand to inflict pain... Muahahaha

((Morphine didn't exist then, keep it fantasy))

Jericho, come on man, I have seen Fairies take that treatment better than you. Get up off of the floor before someone trips over you you big baby.

alright *drinks it* tastes almost as bad as it smells, I hope I do not end up smelling like a dwarf after this.

Whats this about the Nurenhill incident? Was it not you who pointed him out saying what a nice butt that was when he bent over to pick something up? So I fell for it, big deal, at least I wasn't the one that went on about what he'd like to do to that before I walked up and slapped it. Thats right, stone sober, come on, the long hair had me fooled, um, I think I hear my mom calling, wait, she's dead, damn. Thanks Rathil.

*sniffs it* are you sure this stuff is safe? It smells like the southern end of a northbound horse.

Veruca Salt - Seether

Speak of the devil and he shall rise muahahaha, my ears were burning were you talkin on me again?

By the way, Rathil, anything that packs a punch here, strong coffee, something anything, I cannot pass out like that again.

*eyes shoot wide open, Barbus must have passed out while standing behind the bar* Oh my gods, that poison must really have a grip on me, what ever that assassin used must be new, I have never had anything like that, do we have anything here to wake me up a bit, I am afraid that if I doze off again, I won't wake up. I need to stay awake long enough for this to exit my system.

I didn't think it was funny at all, I thought it was freakin hilarious

Billy Idol - Rock the Cradle of Love

*Summons an "Ice Ball" and tosses it at Jericho,*
You need to cool it! You attacked the wrong man, I put you up there, would you rather I leave you on the floor to be stepped on? Look around you, there is not an empty seat in here, and it is standing room only, and I am not sure about the rooms upstairs, so I thought that would be a safe place for you

welcome what strange armor you are wearing, and why cant we have bon-fires like that here in Sinatorium?