Wilhelm felt himself roughly lifted and stood up.  His baton was nearly shoved into his hands as he lingered there, mouth agape and quiet, unable to say 'thank you' without stammering.  Not only had he completely embarrassed himself, but he had done it in front of Mathais.  His eyes drifted to the cobblestones and he followed suit after Mathais, silently.<br/><br/>The bar was no less rowdy when they arrived, and it's patrons were no less rude.  But Wilhelm saw this as a good thing.  It meant that they hadn't picked on him because he was so green.  It was because he was a guard.  Or maybe the bald man just had it in for the both of them?  It was possible.  This was a rather infamous tavern.<br/><br/>Wilhelm gripped his baton tightly, keeping an eye on Mathais left and right flanks.  For all of his clumsiness & newbishness, he was damn good in a fight.  A part of him wished that's what it would come down to.  Maybe then his captain would see him as something other than a failure.