Getting caught up in the raging emotions of the tribe, you begin taking swings at anyone close at hand. After a few knuckle dragging encounters, you spot a fellow who owes you money. Seizing this opportunity, you rush over to engage, but someone cracks a folding chair over your head, rendering you unconscious.
You awaken later in the town drunk tank, which is filled to the brim with the other patrons at the bar, who are all unconscious and covered in various bruises and scrapes. The room looks quite dingy, and the door to your cell old and rusty. You don’t see any guards around. What do you do?