Everything seemed normal in the bar until a group of 17 wolf dragoons burst through the door. All going to the second floor balcony smiling and laughing, ordering drinks like it was a party. One person of the group stood out as not being a dragoon but is the center of attention. Another group of 23 followed them up as a voice echoed through the bar saying "I am proud of every one of you dragoons. You all mastered my teachings quicker than anyone else. Now I am done training you, I am sorry to say I will be leaving Outreach. I have done my job and found a new one. But why let this bad news ruin our good day. I will look for this Perkins after we party. Drinks are on......" The sound of the mans voice stopped as another man spoke up. "Are you Robert Johnson?" The first voice answered "Yes." The second voice replied "Good. I am from the Shadowking raiders. Here for revenge." Then with a sound of a punch connecting, mister center of attention fell from the second floor balcony landing of a empty table. The man began to stand up and yelled "Dragoons! Lets give them a real fight." A person from the second group ran over in hopes of catching a injured man by surprise but got a powerful sucker punch instead. The man that fell was ready for a fight as the sounds of a large brawl started upstairs spilling onto the ground level. Now the entire bar was in the fight with the dragoons against the Shadowking raiders.