IC(PS): "Look, kid, I don't have time for your crazy stuff, so either order a drink, or find an adventuring party. They congregate in Bars and Inns if they don't have a group already.""I have an order for you alright!" The toa raised the sheathed Tetrixcalibur over his head, and swung at the matoran Bartender, only just missing him."Hey! What's your problem, kid?""As the Champion of Pulchritude, I command that you tell me everything you know about the Sovereign Slayer!" He pointed the sheathed end of the blade at the matoran, stepping around to the opposite side of the counter. The noise was beginning to startle the patrons."Look, I don't know who you're talking about! What does he look like, maybe he came in here?""He is a toa, wearing a mask of flight. Tattered harlequin clothes are around his neck. Also, he has a scratched eye. Black armor.""Oh, Noire! I gave him a fixed up kata-ulp."The Seer picked up the matoran by the throat. "YOU DID WHAT!?" He threw the matoran up against the wall."That man is an evil...abomination. Do you know what he has done!? He has destroyed my homeland, and his as well. I will not be able to sleep a single night until he has fallen, and you gave him a new sword!?""His old one was broken, I didn't know who he was!" The matoran gently reached for a particularly sharp fork that he kept under the bar. He grabbed it and stabbed at the Seer. The seer parried the blow, catching the the fork's spokes on either side of his sword's cutting edge.OOC: PS open for stopping a bar fight.