“No no no please ! Not the barrel it is still brewing!”
No matter what the rabbit pleads, the two marquisate soldiers topple over the huge oak barrel, spilling precious carrot alcohol all over the smashed plates and turned over table.
You all came in together in “The Barrel”; Altaburrow’s reknown tavern hoping to find some rumors that could lead to a job. After all, after a takeover, a town is always full of oportunuity.
Altaburrows was just the stage of a siege, won by the Marquisate de Cat. Seemingly, you came in a bit too hot, as you can still see embers and ruins around you; even though it is becoming a common sight nowadays.
“What are you looking at!”; one of the soldier, a tiger striped cat with an eyepatch shout toward you. “Maybe you haven’t heard, there’s been a change of ownership over here”
The other one, a slim dark black cat, with a nick in his ear look at The Arbiter “Ooh, look at that; maybe you forgot to run away with your regiment. Or maybe you don’t fly so well…”