The men about Craetes take a look about, they see that things were rapidly escalating beyond what they were prepared for.   They were veterans to be certain, but if they had any notable skill in combat they still would be signed on with the Fleet and earning good pay instead of drawing a small pension and clawing out a living in the dock district.    Going up against the bouncers at the<em>Blessings</em>was one thing, taking on a crew of a<em>Star Dancer</em>that looked like they more than knew how to handle their weapon, even the female that looked drunk.<br/><br/>One of the men out a restraining hand upon Craetes and tired to reason with at the same time handing over a coin bag.<strong>"We do not want any trouble.   To much drink goes to a man's pride.   Have to make a stand when challenged and all that.   Here, take this and we will be on our way."</strong>The man leaned in and whispered urgently in Craetes.  It takes a few long heartbeats to sink in and when it does, Craetes also hands over a small purse of coin.   He turns and gave a furious look to the crew of the<em>Wind</em>and walked way.<br/><br/>As the men left the tension left the room like a burst soap bubble.   The staff all about sank down and the bartender and owner started to mop sweat off of his brow.