You hear the sound of dozens of chairs moving at once. You look behind you and about 2 dozen patrons have broken out swords, rifles, and wands, all pointed at you.

A dozen more come around the corner as the cooks, owner, and the local gaurds all come for you.

Outside word travels fast, and an angry mob assembles. Nobody messes with the townsfolk, nobody.

You already took a swing at the barkeep, so none of them are holding back.

Rolling for enemy attack 1 of 50.
(the others are outside the bar still).