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Pow kinda just attempted to get out of the Space Marines grip, but with her stats it wasnt remotely possible-

"Oi, oi, sit! Whiskey! Rocks! Stop!" A voice was heard outside of the bar, before two bloodhounds attached to leashes made of rope came running through the door, dragging along a young warrior.
Dusha had his boots dug into the floor, attempting to try and stop them, but was just getting slid along instead. Eventually the two bloodhounds stopped, both putting their paws up on the counter, their tails wagging.

"I am so, so sorry." Dusha's voice cracked, looking around the bar at everyone. "They must smell something good." Dusha glanced back at his two bloodhound dogs.

Not Pow about to start screaming, Goblins are unironically afraid of dogs, this is a rather common fear for them since some dogs are actually pretty big compared to them

Dusha looked at Pow and flinched. "A monster!"
"In an establishment of all places?" He pulled out his sword, unaware of the Weapons Box policy, then aimed it at Pow.

Meanwhile, Whiskey and Rocks were sniffing the air, seeming to have smelt some meat cooking in the kitchen.

Pow kinda just yelled in Goblin, probably hurling swears at him "I will have you know I am a blacksmith, people like you oaughta learrn to be nicer!"

Yeahh shes yelling this all in Goblin talk, although it sounds like nonsense

"Very well." Captain Messinius deposits Pow on the bar like a sack of potatoes.

Dusha still stood, aiming the sword at her.
He wasn't supposed to be participating in any fighing, as the General told him that he needed to wait until all injuries were healed.

But if this blacksmith monster attacked, he would attack back.

Pow kinda just continued to grumble about humans being rude quietly, shes probably not gonna forgive this kid but still, she knows shes not a fighte-

She grabs all the weapons out of everyone's hands

Dusha was startled by suddenly having his sword taken away by.. by this.. He couldn't tell if she was a monster or not, but the point is, it was taken away from him.
"Hé! You can't just take people's stuff!" His voice cracked again. He was still unaware of the weapons box policy.

"As long as you do not take my sword, I do not care what happens, being an officer of the law."

TYler walked into the bar, he looked around before smiling and waving "hey ya'll!" he fixed his shirt before going to a table and sitting down

"No fighting in the bar and all weapons must go in the bin"

Dusha's expression dropped to what could be described as either an embarrassed look or a frustrated look. He was also a bit confused, as usually monsters meant danger.
All the monsters he had ever met, aside from one (and they were on thin f-wording ice), were ready to hurt and harm anyone or anything.

She hands him his sword, guiding him to the box to put it into

He sighed and then grabbed the sword back, tied Whiskey and Rocks to a nearby post holding the bar's roof up, and then wandered to the Weapons Box to put it in. Then he reached into his belt to pull out a Enfield Revolver and placed it in the Weapons Box too. Then he went back to his bloodhounds and Silvera and crossed his arms, he almost looked like a toddler that was told he couldn't have a piece of cake.

She smiles softly, petting his head, her vibe going from irritated to motherly

"We have a strict no weapons policy here. Please put your weapon in the box. We have plenty of security"

"I can't help but think that goblin is trying to come onto me...."

He brought the dogs some elk strips and ribs and set them in bowls before the dogs.