Lucy
*Tavish was in the tavern, at the same spot as last,time, the only difference being that this time he hasn't started to drink... Yet,but he still of course as multiple bottle of beer whaiting for him to just gulp them up like he's a fish and it's watter!*
David
*A horse gallops through the streets of the city. The many common folk that walked about and discussed were taken by surprise at the sudden rush of this unknown person through the streets. Some were quick to sway to the sides, others would topple over one another, and some hid under counters and took cover. Whatever the case was, the rider was in a hurry, and his destination was all too clear.

Once the tavern's sign was clear in sight, the gallop of the horse had tuned down a few paces, to the point where it was twice the slower from the previous rush. At this point, those that hid and were unable to witness the facial features of the man, could now lay their eyes well on him. Wearing a muscled cuirass, with a helmet whose tail flowed on every breeze and a regal white cloak that covered his left side, the young and seemingly beautiful male figure came to a halt before the tavern. The many citizens would gasp and question the origins of this mysterious person. Many-a adventurers have passed here, but little looked like him. He was a foreigner in a foreign land, but he held himself high up like if he were a regular.*

*Whatever the case was, he would drop off his steed, tying the leather strap to a wooden railing used to hold horses at bay, proceeding to the tavern's entrance with a stern expression on his face. He showed no anxiety, no fear, only iron bravery.

A swing of his arm, and the doors to the tavern would slam open. His rushing boot covered feet stomping across the tavern. He had an arm placed well on the sheath of his blade that rested to his side, a show of readiness at any first sign of conflict. Those inside would look onto him with weary eyes. Small whispers and talks were held at different tables, varying discussions of who he was, what he did and what he wanted.

Alas, he came to a halt before the counter, and there he talked over with the barkeeper... Tavish, who sat at his spot, would barely hear the talks, they were quiet... But he could see the keeper nod and go off into the back... The man, meanwhile, sat by the counter and merely waited. His eyes facing only one direction.*
Lucy
*Tavish saw the man open the door in a quite brutal manner, though tavish didn't seem frighten nor is he intersted in the man or any of his buisness, well that is as long as he doesn't cause any problem of course,this is where avish would have to stop the man and lock him up, but for now tavish just removed his helmet and opened up on of his bottle of beer and gulped it down as if it was lemonade, while keeping his only eye out on the stranger,as much as tavish knows he could still attack at any moment and he had a hand dangerously closed to his blade...*
David
*And so the both of them sat... The man that had brutally made his entrance and had sat down by the counter, silently waiting... Did just that. He waited. He had no need to do anything out of the ordinary. He merely sat there and waited for his order to arrive. A few curious eyes still lingered on the man from the many locals that had drank. The entire tavern was quiet ever since he came. He was a mysterious man to them, not one to be seen so casually around, rarely with the kind of armor that he wears.

As the silence prolonged, and others went about their business... Both Tavish and the man would have a lingering feeling of danger... And that moment, a loud boom of the door being slammed would resonate again. Three figures entered, feet trampling on the wooden board below. Two of them were casually garbed with cloaks and wearing some classical gambesons. They were normal in build and look, nothing too unusual... But the last one? The last one was fat. An overweight man, red in the face like a tomato, fuming with anger as he looked around. A sword was in his hand, unsheathed as his frenzied look scanned the tavern.*

"Wher' is he?! Wher' is tha' son-o'-a biatch!!"

*The commoners were confused, and scared as well. Some took to not responding and merely minding their own business. Others shrugged and some slowly made their way out around the back door. It was obvious that the rather overweight man was looking for someone... Yet why was he looking for someone? Well, not a short moment ago, the mystery man was galloping across the streets like crazy, and the fat man found himself in the middle of the road, got trampled and was left there. His comrades managed to get him out, but once he woke, he was mad like hell.

Eventually, the fat man would lay his eyes on the one he was looking for the entire time...*

"You...!!"

*He pointed his sword, shaking the edge towards him.*

*At that time, the mysterious man's beverages and food had arrived. The barkeeper, uninformed on the events and just now arriving, was shocked and shaking at the sight of the overweight man. The mysterious man took notice of this and looked at him with his stern look.*

"Keeper, you know of this fool?"

*The barkeeper nodded, quivering. He would speak his words with a stuttering voice.*

"A- Aye... H- He's one of t- th- the local brigands... Th' boss of 'em, rather! O-o-oh... You are in trouble, my friend! I urge you... Just give him what he wishes for...! A- and he will leave you alone! Please, I seek no blood to stain these floors!"

*The mysterious man merely raised a hand. It was enough to silence the baffled keeper. He did not seem to understand what this meant. Yet he would soon understand fully, as the mysterious rose slowly to his full height, turning to face the overweight fool.

By the time he had done so, the brigand leader would have trampled with his flailing arms right in front of him. The edge of his sword swung wide suddenly, but stopped immediately right below the throat of the man.

The cold, unrelenting eyes of his would meet the gaze of the frenzied brigand.*

"You... You cheeky dog, aye?! Ya think you can just trample me ovah like that!? Enter my turf an' get all rousey with yer bloody entrance, eh!? Try'na make yerself a tough lad, huh!? HUH!?"

*The man only stood there, watching him with his eyes that relayed no emotions. The fat man smiled a bit, starting to chuckle. The chuckle was soon followed by the two of his companions before a sharp "SILENCE!" From their leader put them in place.*

"A'ight, tough boy... If ya think yourself so mighty..."

*The leader lowered his blade slowly, cheekily smiling as he did so, his eyes still locked with those of the man... When he suddenly swayed back, throwing a fist! The man would take a step back, leaning backwards as the punch barely missed, sending the fat buffoon off his feet and stumbling forward. The man used this opportunity and placed a foot right below the foe's, tripping him over.

Meanwhile, the two other men were ready to take out their swords and enter combat with the man... This was Tavish's moment. Will he sit and watch? Or will he stand and fight?*
Lucy
*Tavish sigh as he put back his helmet,get up and trows a bottle at one of the men face whit a lot of strenght and impresive precision for someone who just gulped down an intire bottle of beer in mere seconds,tavish then started to talk calmly as he seemed to have goten a habit from doing stuff like that over and over*

"Hey big guy,i'll give ye a choice, you either be a good boi and surender, or you can just make my job a bit harder."
David
*And so the scene was set. The ruffians versus the two men that now stood against them. The two of the henchmen were reading to charge the mystery man by the counter, whose hand was now resting on the hilt of his blade, whilst the fat guy that got tripped was still struggling to get up.

Either way, he would bellow out orders as soon as he could, yelling and lashing out for his two men to charge now and gut the man for good... Until a bottle didn't smack him hard in the face. Suddenly, eyes were diverted to Tavish. The two henchmen were confused, but also angered, and the mystery man had a small, yet unnoticeable, smile.

Soon enough, one of the two thugs would take out his short sword and dart at Tavish, his blade drawn out as he tried to slice downwards. He bellowed a cry as he rushed down at him.

Meanwhile, the mystery man smacked the fat man once more on the face with his foot, before going off to deal with the other thug, that now swiftly moved forward, his blade thrust right at the exposed right arm of the mystery man. As soon as the blade seemed to connect, with astonishing quickness, the mystery man drew his xiphos and easily parried it, sending him off balance and hitting the counter.

It was an all out brawl. Many fled, some stuck around and watched, and some even began their own fights! The barkeeper was quivering behind the counter as he awaited the situation to hopefully die down...*
Lucy
*Tavish looked at the thug and his pityfull strategy of just running at a big man whit a full plate armor whit a short sword, how to say that it didn't go well for the thug who tried to attack tavish, because tavish grabed him by the wrist that was holding the sword and pulled him up, slapping him multiple time, then took his little 
 pathetic sword and just trowed it at the ground, going way to deep into the ground to be taken back by someone like this simple thug, but he of course kept his hold on him, he still will have to lock 'em up in the dungeons*
David
*Tavish had a relatively easy fight against the thug. After all, he was a thug, without any combat experience and just given some gear to act up tough and menacing. The man was easily disarmed, and so his blade was thrown to the side. Whilst he was struggling, he would suddenly feel the sharp pain of his cheeks being viciously slapped into oblivion by the giant of a man, being almost knocked out from them. He was out for this one, and for good.

Meanwhile, the mystery man was merely playing with the other thug, who ferociously swung his blade left and right, but was always repelled by the man. Eventually, the fat man who had sparked this entire conflict was up, and he charged from the behind of the man to strike. He grappled the man with his arms, holding him down for the count, waiting for his comrade to deal the final blow. But as the thug was about to swing and strike, the man lifted his feet and used the thug as means of leverage as he yanked himself off him to smash the fat man's back across the counter.

He released him from the grip and was soon struck with a mighty fist to the jaw, knocking him out for the count. In the meantime, the other thug came to his senses on the floor. Witnessing the downfall of his two comrades, he grasped his blade and made a desperate escape, charging through the door, fearing for arrest...

And all was quiet once more, as those that hid, watched and fought would stop to witness the grand show of force from both men. The mysterious fellow turned to Tavish and spoke.*

"Your is an aid most welcome, valiant one. A drink I shall buy you, and I hope ye shall indulge in it as if it were your last and most satisfying one!"

*He spoke out greatly, raising a hand as he let out a small smile. Some cheered and rejoiced, others just left, and the barkeeper merely shook his head at the entirety of this...*
Lucy
*Tavish shook his head as a way to saying no to the drink that the man was offering to him,wilst he took the other thug and grabed the fat man like a potato bag*

"No need for the drink sir, i got a alwredy have way to much alcohol on me and i was just doin' ma job... Literaly, i'm a knight, that's what i am payed to do. And i also have to lock up those 3 thugs and do all the paper work to say that i captured those man but one escaped, also, can you tell me ya name, i'll need to write it on the report since those man tried to attack you."

*A bit of anoyance can be heard in tavish's voice,wich can be easely understood as it was his only break of the day that just got wasted by some thugs and a fat man*
David
*The man nodded in understanding. He knew that this was his job, and he knew that it was a boring one as well... But he respected it. At least he did it even under the alcohol that he has induced with. Whatever the case was the man spoke out his name.*

"Alkamenos Bardas. A foreigner from foreign land... Though I beseech you to speak your name to me in return, so I may know by how to call such a valiant soul such as you."

*The man went on to pack his food and his drinks for his further adventures, waiting for Tavish to introduce himself to him so he can get under way and on his grand endeavor down the line.*
Lucy
*Tavish felt as the request of alkamenos was simple enought so he responded before transporting the thugs to the dungeons where they will pay for their crimes*

"My name's tavish,Tavish Finegan DeGroot, it was nice to meet you, good luck to what ever you may need those suply for." 
*Tavish left, transporting the thugs, leaving 3 bottle of beer on the table he was sitting at before the fight,they seem quite cheap but would do the work for stoping the infection of a wound or getting drunk,nobody seem to want to get near the bottles of tavish.*
David
*The man nodded and bade him fare well. He would take up the supplies which were now acquired and had paid for the calamities caused by the brawl that took place. His time was up in the tavern, and he had no use for it anymore, so he exited and made his way to his horse, packing his gear and mounting his steed.

He noticed that there were also folk around the tavern in the inside. It appears that they had sought to watch the fight unfold. They would look at Alkamenos. Some would look in fright, some would look in awe, mostly the children, and some just looked in annoyance. Another foreign ruffian coming about to cause a ruckus. Whatever the case is, Alkamenos took note but heeded little to no attention to that.

He guided his horse around, and as the mighty steed swayed, the many folk would duck and go for cover, for they knew that the gallop that was to come would be a fast one. And a fast one it was, as the mighty rider rode out with great haste, making his way to the next adventure that is to come...*