Donovan watched the scene play out with a detached look in his eyes. What had started as an ammusing little diversion was quickly becoming a tiresome bore though this was thanks in no small part to that growing pit if depression his his gut. As the gambler struggled against the men who held him and the ugly snake wearing a woman's skin brought a shape crashing down onto one of the rowdies Donovan just couldn't bring himself to care. How utterly futile all this truly was, how was it that he was able to find any ammusement in it at all in the first place? It was just a sad kissing contest and everyone involved deserved nothing more then to be knocked down.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Donovan rose from where he was seated and approached the bar, careful to avoid the scuffling people still engaged in their sad little contests of who can his who the hardest. He came around the bar and grabbed a flaggon from under the counter and filled it with done fresh ale from one of the casks behind the bar before taking a nice long gulp to at the very least warm that cold pit in his stomach. He then looked left, and then right and with another sigh decided to put an end to this sad display.<br/><br/>He slammed the now half full flaggon down on the counter of the bar hard and loud enough to draw the attention of every one caught up in this pathetic scuffle before speaking. "It's been about ten minutes since you guys sent the innkeeper and the bartender retreating back into the kitchen. And I can't imagine they're just sitting back there huddled under a table while you shining examples of humanity tear their place 9f business apart." He says before taking another swig of ale and then looking each and every one involved in the fight directly in the eye one after another. "No no no, barkeep for sure has gone off to fetch the town guard. And if I remember correctly what you all are doing here could easily be seen as malicious mayhem. That's a good season in the local dungeon in case your not familiar with the word of the law round these parts. So allow me to offer you guys some friendly advice, leave befire the knights show up to haul your asses away. Way I see it, ya got about five more minutes til they get here. And then it's a five by five stone, shit and piss encrusted room for all of ya for the next few months."<br/><br/>Not only did Donovan posess a silver tongue, his manner of speech demanded consideration just as the way he sang demanded attention. But he was also using truth, more or less, to manipulate the situation. Charisma was one thing and he had it in spades to be sure. But the notion of a stay in the clink was surly enough to sober up the drunks with a touch of dread. Even the dumbest among tgen surly coukdnt deny the plausibility of his statements. The tavern was a mess, the ruckas they had cased had been loud and drawn out and it would be not only foolish but downright difficult to deny the law wasn't on its way by now. It was likely everything Donovan had said was right on the money and five minutes was just barely enough time to flee the scene.