The Street outside the Dragon Tavern
There was a moment of stunned silence, then Riv heard the man whistle. "You 'eard 'im lads! We're s'posed to 'elp ourselves!", the accent was thicker than when he spoke to Kiph, and Riv heard several footsteps outside the truck.
"Let us see then", a voice said, and the flap to the back of the truck was pulled aside. Suddenly Riv looked straight into the eyes of an overweight merchant huffing his way into the cargo hold, eagerly licking his lips. In the background were two men, both ruffians, anxiously trying to get a glimpse at the treasure within.
The overweight merchant froze, like a deer in the headlights, when he saw Riv and the shotgun.
******************************By the Pit
Kiph stopped by the pit and started talking to an important looking guard, but was quickly pointed to an elderly man, sitting on a stool.
"I want to fight", he said.
At that moment the crowd cheered and Kiph looked down in the pit. Within were two men, one huge, muscled wastelander, his skin burnt from the sun and a wolfskin on his shoulders, and another, a sinewy looking thug with a spiked haircut.
The huge muscular man held the smaller guy by the neck and was bashing his head against the concrete and brick walls of the conical well. His entire face had been beaten into pulp, but still the giant slammered him into the wall, for what seemed a small eternity, before he was released. The sinewy man dropped lifelessly to the floor. Kiph had no doubt he was already dead, yet the giant lifted his right boot and stomped down on the neck of the carcass; a sickly crunch following as it snapped.
Then the crowd roared and stomped their feet.
"WOLF! WOLF! WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!"
The elderly man looked up at Kiph and smiled.
"That is great. You will fight Wolf!". There was a brief pause. "Fists or weapons? Ohhh, and if you lose you will forfeit your life and equipment to the victor!"
*********************By the bar
Brevil and Jonathan were left at the bar. As Kiph talked to the elderly man, Jonathan nodded to the bartender. "I want to put fifty rounds of .38 caliber ammo on the stranger in the upcoming fight against Wolf"
The bartender gaped and sent him an incredulous stare, then, a few seconds later he accepted the bet.
"So, what do you think, Brevil? Will she do? She is better at this stuff than I am!" Jonathan let the words linger, awaiting a reply from the albino scientist.
There are men in the back of the van. Do something!
If you choose combat: The "merchant" and his goons are surprised for the duration of this round.
Ok. Now you must choose whether to fight with fists or melee weapons. Additionally you will be stripped on your upper chest and loincloth wearing girls will make a show out of smearing you with oil.
Meanwhile the crowd will chant "Meat for the Wolf! Meat for the Wolf! Meat for the Wolf!"
A ladder will be lowered into the pit and you will automatically win initiative, courtesy of your insane DEX.
If you use weapons: They will be wiped before you enter the pit. There will be you, your weapon and your trousers. No ranged weapons.