Trask opened the heavy oak door and stepped in to the crowded warmth of the Black Diamond Inn. As he removed his drenched cloak he looked around the smoke filled room and said, "Which one o' you dogs shoved me off the docks?"

The room went silent as everyone turned to see what was going on. Trask continued, "Whoever it was came in here afta they'd done the deed, cause' I saw the door closing just as I was clambering out" The other patrons of the inn looked around the room waiting to see if anyone was going to own up... someone did.

"It was I who gave you a bath, but I didn't expect you to come and thank me for it amigo." Came a Castillian voice from one of the inn's side alcoves. Trask looked over, but the shadows were heavy and the smoke in the air made the figure a dark shape at best.

"The only thanks I'll be giving will be to the undertaker for doing a good job on your coffin." said Trask as he took a squelching step forward further into the inn. "Now tell me your name, unless you want a blank stone to mark your grave." Trask dropped his hand to the pommel of his sowrd and hoped that whoever this was would apologise and back down. He was in no real mood for a fight, but even Trask had a reputation to maintain.

The figure stood up and moved into the chandelier light of the inn. "I am Inigo Montoya, four days ago you held up a wagon train carrying my bride-to-be, Theresa Quinn. I have come to find her, and the other items you stole. If you give them back now I'll shall ensure your death is swift, if you not... bad things may happen." With this Inigo drew his rapier and assumed the Aldana swordsman stance.

"The items I took from you belonged to a merchant in Freiburg, who had his ship attacked by Castillian pirates. Pirates who coincidentally bore an uncanny resemblance to the guards protecting your wagon train. As for the woman you claim was your bride-to-be, I left her unharmed in her coach. That was until she begged me to help her escape you're clutches and send her back home to Avalon." Trask could see the rage building in the man standing before him. But this was good, most of the Castillian sword techniques require concentration, and with rage controlling his movements the Castillian should be at a disadvantage. That was the plan anyway.

"Your lies won't save you Inish pig! I'm going to make you beg for your life and bleed in ways you never imagined." With this he began to move towards Trask.

Trask drew his small sword and unhooked his buckler from his hip. This should be interesting he thought, 'bleeding in ways he'd never imagined' sounded like a change from the usual night of drinking and gambling with the locals. Besides, he liked the look of the Castillian's boots and his own were still full of sea water.