Sitting in the bar, I looked around.  First thing I realized I had to do was to get some 
more clothing.  So constricting though.  A human girl came over and asked if I wanted an 
ale.  When I looked up and smiled, she paled noticably.  "Yesss, I would like to sample some 
of your ale.  Might you know where there be a lizard person tribe nearby?"

 
"Ah... ah.. You mean Argonians?  Yeah, there is a caravan passing through town now." she 
stuttered.

 
"Argoniansss?  What manner of beassst are thessse?" I asked, curious of this oddly named 
tribe.

 
"They are people from the Black Marsh.  I'll be right back with your ale, sir." she said as 
she scampered off.  When she returned, I was lost deep in thought.  She set the beer in 
front of me and went off to start my tab.  Absent-minded, my tail seems to have a mind of 
its own.  My tail slid through a crack and into the next booth, where it found the rump of a 
human female.  

 
I was deep in my thoughts and beer when I heard "You.... Pig!"  Then a wine glass smashed on 
top of my head and sprayed me with wine.  I stood up, seeing her escort was not at all 
pleased with me.  What a hulk of man he was.  Built like a grizzly bear, he was.

 
My pole axe slung across my back, I could not attack, nor did I want to.  I did not want to 
start a duel to the death with this man over my problematic tail.  "Ssssir?  May I 
apologissse?  I am mossst ssorry for my tail.  I would gladly buy you an ale and dissappear 
from your life, if you would allow."

 
The man bellowed in rage.  His face turned beet red and he charged.  I really did not want 
to have to do this, but I closed my fists, protecting the man from my claws.  As the man 
charged, I used my superior reach due to longer arms to knock him senseless by a blow to the 
face.  

 
As the man shook the foundation of the tavern by his mass hitting the floor, all eyes turned 
to me.  

 
I stood, paralyzed with fright that all the patrons would fall on me like a wave.

 
"I....I....I........"