Barkeep held his nose at that disgusting smell. He was bartender, not an adventures, and he was going to get sick of this life is he didn't fine a way back soon.

He took a deep breath and picked up his staff again, imitating Vincent's attack. One more goblin fell, and the ones surrounding it were heavily injured.

"Now this," he said as he held his nose again, "this is the sort of trouble I don't like. Where I'm from, we leave it up to the law enforcement to go after rogue robots an' outlaws, not some visitors who never even wanted to come."

If Vincent was trying to ignore the conversation, Barkeep was doing a good job of not noticing it.

"What about you? You do this sort of thing regularly back home?"