Bloody Idiot! Cried out as ale spilled, all flying froth and wet jerkins.
The room fell silent, all eyes on one man. You could hear him swallow, see the colour drain from his face, smell the fear in his breaches. If theres ONE THING you don't do in The Jug, its spill another mans beer. And this mans beer was currently soaking into the age worn floor, pooled and puddled around his big booted feet.