Griping him strongly by the lapels, Aloran hoisted him aloft before slaming him down on the bar.
"Tell your customers your closing," he growled into the mans ear. He moved around the bar, drawing an axe he brought it down on the mans clothing pinning him in place. With his free hand he smashed a bottle of vodka on the mans chest, one, two, three, bottles. He pulled out a match putting it between his teeth,
"Now are you going to tell us who it was, or are you going to enjoy a light roasting," Alo asked.