Skarsi walks up to the bar entrance. The guard stops him and asks for any weapons he may have.
"Seeing as this is Doc's place, no problem. You may need a bit more storage though."
As Skarsi disarms himself, the pile on the table grows ever larger. 2 large assault type weapons, two very large pistols, more pistols, grenades, a Battleaxe, a chainsword and various daggers and tomahawks.
"You be sure to keep all that safe now."
Skarsi walks into the bar, leaving some very bemused guards wondering where to store all these weapons.
"Kallisti Doc. Love the new place. Very..... you, Doc. So what have you got that i can wet my whistle with? These corsairs are enough to drive anyone to drink."