Mat watching the man with the bald head as he stepped forward.<br/>"You aren't even a dog. you look weak enough to be a pathetic little pup not even weaned from yours Bitch Hanna's teats." Hanna was the head of the guard house and this ass hole knew it. he much have been in jail a lot. Mat didn't move. The entire bar went dead silent now, and some of the less subtle patrons paid the bar tender, who then let them out through the back entrance so they wouldn't disrupt Mathais eye line. None of the other people even tried to make a go at him. They knew better. This idiot clearly didn't. He approached Mat clearly aggressive and spewing out curses by the bucket load. The others backed away, not wanting any part of it. When he was closed enough Mat leap forwards with a singular hit and struck the man between the eyes, not with his baton but with his fist. The man dropped like a stone, still breathing but only barely.<br/><br/>Hammond, the thief, stood up and gestured to the basement.<br/>"She's down there. I saw the bartender hide her last night. She ain't got no weapons so your trainee should be able to handle her. Want some help with him, sir?" He said politely.<br/>"That would be appreciated Hammond. Consider the assault charge against you from my trainee here dropped. Clearly you aren't the culprit."<br/>Mat said. The rest of the patrons cleared out through the front door as the bartender almost collapsed against the counter. Mat stepped forward to put the man in leather hide ties, hobbling his hands behind his back and his legs so he couldn't run. he didn't put up a fight. Everyone had seen what Mat could do with a fist. they didn't want to find out what he could do with a baton or a sword. Mat had handed Hammond a set of ties so he could hobble the bald man, and did so quite well. Mat gestured with his head for Bolden to take care of Diamond.