"Watch it, lad" - A man crashes into Darvic
"What the hell happened here?" - Mawra looks around
"Stop using verbally abuses" - Polwil glares
"Not again, please not again!" - Tiary kneels down
"Urgh! I hate it when someone keeps forgetting the specification. I need a thin dagger not this kind of thickness" - A youngman throws the dagger into the ground
"Are you mad? Do you know how much effort we put into not only to prevent it from breaking but also to make it thin like you asked? Try working on the hammer once!" - The old man raises his hammer
"Hello there, miss cleric, I am Lawis, a thief. So what seems to be your problem?" - He opens his hand
Tiary stands up, she puts her mace from her pouch down the ground. Then she proceeds to strike right into his face. Thankfully, she held back with just a flick.
"My problem is that you reek of alcohol! Don't open that mouth of yours at my face again" - Tiary is angry
She picks up her mace back to her pouch. Lawis picks himself up. Still feeling the pain not just from the flick but also her words.
"What kind of cleric are you?" - He rages
"I am not a weak girl. A pathetic man like you doesn't deserve god's kindness. Beating up an old man and trying to woo me. Have some shame" - Tiary points at his face
[Said by the one who drank 5 mugs of beer last night] - All three look disappointed
"Fine! Challenge all four of you into a duel. See you then" - Lawis walks away after throwing gloves at her face.
"What happened?" - Tiary flusters
"Well, Other you just dragged all four of us into your trouble. From what I saw, at least you won't get accused of murdering someone in the town" - Mawra frowns
"That jerk deserves it but it doesn't mean you had to hit him that hard. Me or Polwil could have thrown a punch right into his skull" - Darvic smirks
"I hope that we are not running into a famed party. If that happens, either win or lose, we are not going to have it easy. Thankfully, I recalled that no one with the name Lawis that famous yet" - Polwil shakes his head
"Kids! At least have my thanks, here." - The blacksmith hands Tiary two tokens -"Next time, if you want to have a repair or discounts, go to my shop right in front."
"We will!"- The group cheers.
At the guild
"There! That party! We need to settle this at once" - Lawis points at the four
"That party? They are newbies around the town. Lucky for them that they managed to survive two quests." - A shaman smirks and holds her staff
"Hey! Don't underestimate them by their looks. I don't see any them of them weak, they are rather competent for me to say" - A monk drinks his bottle
"..." - An alchemist in her cloak writes something
"That issues a duel but, however, that party has no name yet. Say, Polwil, what would you like?" - The receptionist smiles
"Black Sheep"- Without a hesitation, Polwil says it clear
"Alright, Black Sheep against White Rose" - The receptionist writes down the issue.
When they are at the training ground, Polwil wields his sling, Mawra holds her staff, Tiary holds her mace and Darvic holds his spear and shield.
The opponent team, the shaman holds her staff, Lawis has his knife ready, the monk uses his bare hands and the alchemist readies her hands.