Context: A bandit ambush, followed by running away from a dragon interrupted our Chaotic Neutral Dwarf Paladin in the middle of his poo-break, so he got his pants filthy. After those, we entered a city and he went to the marketplace to buy new pants.
Merchant one: I have what you want, I can sell it to you for *unreasonable price*.
Dwarf Paladin: *goes to another merchant*
Merchant two: Yeah I have what you want, I can sell it to you for *1 gold less than the last guy*.
-Repeat a few more times-
Merchant X: Sure, I’ll get you that for *1 less gold than the last guy*.
Dwarf Paladin: THAT’S IT!
Dwarf Paladin(OOC): I take out my greatsword and cut the table of his stand in half!
*he succeeds*
Merchant X: *starts screaming in anger*
Two guards arrive.
Guard one: Alright Dwarf, stand down, and you can get out of this with just a fine.
Dwarf Paladin(OOC): I want to wave my greatsword at the guards in an angry manner.
DM: Are you sure?
Dwarf Paladin(OOC): Very much so!
Dwarf Paladin(OOC): *rolls a 2*
DM: You cut off one of the guards’ arms slightly above the elbow.
Guard two: *falls to the ground screaming in pain and clutching the now bleeding stump*
Guard one: You son of a whore!
DM: The guard tries to suppress you.
DM: *rolls a nat 20*
DM: The guard roundhouse kicks you in the head and knocks you out cold. You are dragged into the prison.
Dwarf Paladin(OOC): ……..Do they at least give me some clean pants?
DM: No.
Dwarf Paladin(OOC): *briefly thinks it over* Yeah, okay. I kind of deserved that one.