"Why you!!" He hissed, throwing his cigar down and threw a dagger right at Saras's throat.

Saras caught the blade between two fingers casually, then just as casually snapped the blade.
"So disappointing. So very disappointing. Perhaps if you took hour head out of your tankard, you would realize when you're outmatched."

What is Saras doing? He better have a plan or hes going to get us all killed. I dont feel like dying today. She was just watching this exchange with a confused expression. Ill say it again, you are going to let us through with no tip needed. Do you understand? she asked in a threatening voice.

Saras looked back, and gave her a blistering look.
It said "Shut your mouth."

Hexic couldn't do much. He never could do much. But still, he didn't see why they didn't just kill the guy and go in. He seemed stupid enough for the others to kill easy. Even Hexic would probably be able to kill him.

Corasi wouldn't like that though. So, I guess that's why we aren't just killing him. Plus we don't really want to get noticed. Well, this is going to be a little harder than just sticking a sword in his throat and leaving him.

"Look kid! Ain't you a likkle 'oung to be in 'ere, eh!" He hissed.

Saras
"How about this. You pay me to not take your head in for bounty, and I don't kill you. Sound good?" Saras said, the arm blade powered on and humming, its edge against the fat alien's throat.
"And don't try the poison. It will only end badly for you."

Yes, yes I am. But my friends here arent. So youre going to let them through, or we might have a small misunderstanding. Make sense? She put her hands on her hips with a sarcastic tone.

"Look son dis ain't me bar! I'm 'is brotha! Lemme live, please! Just go in!" He blubbered.

Saras
"Oh yeah, one more thing," Saras said, slapping a pair of patches on the shoulders of his suit. Both identified him as a bounty hunter.
Then he grinned wolfishly at the alien, and entered.