[ WP ] You 're the inn-keep at a local Tavern , and another group of adventurers is fucking everything up again ...

Venn and Ludwig were at the bar, drinking up their salaries and joking about their foremen. Katrina had just finished sweeping up the floor, and I was wiping down the counter. For a second, everything seemed perfect: the lanterns lit the room just enough to keep it welcoming, but not enough to notice the scars on anyone's faces. I had surplus of booze for once. Maybe everything would start turning around after the last disaster we had. Maybe- 
 
 The door creaked open, and three of four guys swathed in pelts walked in. Not an unusual occurrence, since I see travelers all the time, but they had swords strapped to their sides that had dried, crusty blood on them. Not a good sign. Two approached me, asking questions about prices and the general area. I answered politely, telling them about the mountains and how much a pint of beer would cost. They thanked me and said goodbye, and turned to leave. 
 
 But no. The next thing I know, all the wooden barrels I keep to sit on are wrecked. Just slashed to splinters. All my jugs behind the bar are shattered. Venn and Ludwig are bleeding all over the bar. Or, to be more specific, their heads are bleeding all over the bar; their bodies are left in a heap on the floor. The random guys are tipping over tables, waving their swords around, destroying everything they get their hands on. I managed to pull Katrina behind the bar and duck, just dodging a sword swipe. 
 
 As soon as they realized there was nothing among the splinters and shards of pottery that could be useful, the stormed out, growling to themselves about needing to restock. As the door closed, Katrina cautiously stepped out from behind the bar. She waited a second, then shrugged, picked up the broom again, and started to sweep. I groaned. Great. Two more corpses to put out back. If those idiotic adventurers do n't stop coming here, soon my whole clientele will be dead. 
 I heaved the bodies into the pit out back, and went back inside. I was just wiping the blood off the counter when Oleg and Christopher walked in. They ordered a couple beers and sat down, laughing about God knows what. Katrina had pulled out some extra barrels for seating, and was just finishing sweeping up when the door opened...
