...sat down for a shot of whiskey.
He went to a table and slowly sipped on the shot glass. The doors flew open as a drunken man staggered about with a dagger in his hand.
Everybody gasped and slowly got out of their seats. The men put their hands on the handles of their sword, ready to strike if need to.
The man lifted his dagger, and the men unsheathed their swords, and the man stabbed the dagger into the wooden table infront of him and fell down, unconscious.
Everyone sat down, staring nerviously at the body, as five wizards raced up to the man. One got the dagger and handed it to the bartender, telling him to throw it away.
The other four wizards cast spells upon him trying to make him conscious again but he didn\'t get up. They then cast another spell to make him sober. He still did not move.
They inspected his body and found two holes in his arm. \"What are these two holes\", said one of the mages. A man got up an shouted, \"two holes!\" He sprung up from his booth and dashed over to the body.
\"He has been bitten by a darften!\" \"Whats a darften\", some woman asked. \"A darften, ma\'am, is a purple serpant with no front or hind legs. They slither on their stomach and when they bite ya, they let intoxicating and lethal venom into your body making you drunk, and then dead\", he replied.
Everybody gasped. \"It seems that he had that dagger to defend himself, because it looks like under his shirt he has been brused up a bit I do say! It seems they chucked the darften at \'em and this fellar came staggerin\' in here for help, but it was too darn late. They us say a prayer\", he said gloomfully.
The professer stared in shock and....
