The young dwarf turns on his heel and leers at Phillip. "'Zatta bet? I givayaabet. Wossat, chess? Gizzago!"
As he makes to return to your table the barkeep quickly steps out from behind the bar, takes him by the arm and whisks him towards the door. "I don't think so, mate; sounds like you've got somewhere to be. And besides," he says, looking pointedly at the group, "your lot hear how you lost your coin in one of my backroom games, they might come looking for a refund. Now go on," he finishes, throwing open the front door and punting him into the street.
The barkeep turns to you, dusting his hands. "Never been one to turn down business, but believe you me: noone tangles with the Goodshields."
As he makes to return to your table the barkeep quickly steps out from behind the bar, takes him by the arm and whisks him towards the door. "I don't think so, mate; sounds like you've got somewhere to be. And besides," he says, looking pointedly at the group, "your lot hear how you lost your coin in one of my backroom games, they might come looking for a refund. Now go on," he finishes, throwing open the front door and punting him into the street.
The barkeep turns to you, dusting his hands. "Never been one to turn down business, but believe you me: noone tangles with the Goodshields."