<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">((Petethegreat *sad face* I'm sorry you didn't get in hon! Best wishes in your future role playing and maybe we'll bump into one another some other time on the intertubes!))<br/><br/>Eyran sighed. Typical shiny-helm. He was probably caught up in some life or death tax matter, or perhaps his ale was calling him bad names. <em>Really</em> he thought sourly as he drained his drink <em>they needed to stop hiring boys fresh out from under their mother's skirts, it's only an embarrassment to the noble laws supposed to be governing this city.</em><br/><br/>He sighed again as he placed his mug on the table. There was nothing for it, he would have to intervene. Pushing back his chair with a scrape of legs he rose to casually to his feet (mere inches from the fight) then, without warning, he struck out at the burly wrestler closest to him, catching him squarely on the temple and deftly catching the slumping man as he headed south.<br/><br/>He lowered the man carefully the rest of the way to the floor and took the legs out from under the young lord (going knuckle to knuckle with another of the bar's patrons) in one fluid motion. Straightening he simultaneously grabbed the collar of the felled nobleman, pulled him half to his feet, and placed a finger over the lips of the nearest woman.<br/><br/>"Please. Madam, the banshee noises do not become your pretty face." he murmured, his voice low.<br/><br/>Removing his finger from her startled, and now silent, lips he used both hands to haul the nobleman through the rest of the mob, disrupting the action of the crowd as he did so. Dumping the lord upon a bar stool (perhaps the only one to have remained upright) near a number of his body guards he placed both hands on the man's shoulders;<br/><br/>"Now, I believe you owe the good barkeeper a new stool, good sir" He said, giving the man a comradely slap to the shoulder and smiling over the bar at the bemused bar keeper. The stunned members of the now-stilled mob stared on as if in a daze but, when the negotiations for stool payment soon began, they turned the task of restoring some semblance of order to the bar area and reclaiming any still-upright drinks.</span>