He grabbed the beer out of the stunned man's hands and pounded it. No reason to waste it. It was a piss beer, something cheap or low-quality homemade. But it had a high alcohol content and that was what mattered at the moment.
"Hey!" the man cried in protest.
Silas ignored him and smashed the empty glass on top of the Dvergr head. It seemed to have the opposite effect that Silas had intended; the little bastard focused on Silas and raised his lip in a snarl.
Oh yeah, that whole toughness thing. Silas recognized him as the axe-wielding one from the stairs. His choice of weapon showed that he obviously enjoyed his work; so did the wicked smile spreading across his face. Luckily, the axe seemed to be missing, probably lost in the tumble or left back on the stairs. Silas rolled back
