The barkeep watches with an unamused look on his face as Thrixel tosses the spoon over his shoulder. When Thrixel asks for another, the lack of amusement becomes something close to anger.

"No! I'm not givin' ya another oneuh my spoons fer ya tah toss it over yer shoulder onto my floor! Now pick tha' up!" He leans on the counter, hands pressing into the wood as he stares Thrixel down. "Make a mess of my tavern and I'll see ya out that door!"

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