Ducky emerged from the wine cellars with a keg of malt beer for the Dwarf fanciers.

"Ow! What are you doing? Get out of my geraniums!" She stared wearily at the Brawling taverners, but outside a scream pierced the air. For a moment the fighting paused.
Toxic galloped in, his camera dangling from his paw.
"They've put up an office and apartment complex next door!"

A tankard of ale tipped over and streamed off the edge of the table into Jack*who is jack?*'s ear. The fighting continued.
"Come have a drink, Toxic. Carrot juice?"
"I think I need something stronger." He staggered onto a bar stool, eyes wide, as a rabbit flew past him, smashing into the wall. A few mugs fell off the shelf.
"Can you try and keep it down to a dull roar? And stay away from the cherry table!" Ducky irritabley banged a drink down.