rebilac smiled. then made a necklace out of the stone. "bye." he said bluntly before walking off in a different direction.
when he got there, he burst in the door as loudly as he can, and yelled out "oy! bartender! 50 of your strongest shots, now!"
he sat down and began taking them. "so, how much?" he said, after drinking his tenth. "huh? 100 bits?" he looked at the bag malachi gave him. just enough. "here ya go." he said, giving the bartender the money. "you better give me my change." he was sill drinking when a couple of big colts rose up and stomped over to him.
"you got any more money?" one of them said. "yeah, we could use it better than you." the other one said. "how about a bet?" rebilac replied. "we pool in our money, and have a fistfight. winner takes it all." rebilac toke another shot, then rose up. "how about it?"
"deal." the thuggish colt said. he stood up and put about 20 bits on the table. as he began to throw a sluggish punch towards rebilac, who ducked, punched his side, then his temple, then his face. over and over again. rebilac didn't stop til he was sure he was dead. the colts friend panicked, and tried to get rebilac with a knife. rebilac spun around, unsheathing his sword, and sliced off the colts leg that was holding the knife. the colt went down, and rebilac sunk his sword into the guys head. the colts friends all got up from their table, and charged rebilac. rebilac took another shot, then began killing them all.
when that was over with, he levitated all their money out of their pockets. "134 bits? poor. oh, well." he slammed the money onto the bartender, who flinched. "60 more shots, please." rebilac said.