"Isn't that what you told her
When you both were young" She croons,
"That you'd be hers forever,
'till the dyin' of the sun.
Isn't that what you told her?
What you're tellin' me,
That you'd love her forever . . .
for eternity."
The crowd claps, and a number of people throw money in her
general direction. When the noise settles down, she begins
another tune.
"Oh, where ha' ye been
You thread your way slowly through the crowd, and
make your way toward the bar. You order your favorite
drink, and sit sipping it for a little while, relaxing
and watching the people around you. Many of them are
more than a little red in the face and have obviously
been drinking too much. Most look scruffy and more than
a little dangerous. A fight breaks out in the far corner,
and you watch as one patron breaks a bottle of wine over the
head of another. They stand up and draw daggers, eying each
other drunkenly. You devoutly hope they don't accidentally
hurt one of the people pressed close around them in the
crowd.
Lord Randall my son?
Oh, where ha ye been,
my handsome young man?
Oh, I've been to the wild wood
Mother, make my bed soon
for I'm weary with hunting
and I fain would lie down"
Suddenly, however, a massive green troll wades through the crowd from the doorway. He easily grabs one in each hand by the back of the neck, and shakes them until they drop their daggers. Then he hefts them over his head and wades back to the door. Another, slightly smaller troll opens the door, and you watch in astonishment as the bouncer throws them out into the street. Apparently this is not a good place to get on the wrong side of the management.