By bar standards, it wasn't much of a fight.  A few disgruntled patrons tussling with the bouncer, a few thrown drinks.  It was no scene of mass pandemonium, no men being tossed through windows or slid along bars.  The bearded man paused at Lydia's words, and his expression darkened.  He took a step, only to take a full mug to the back of the head.  He stumbled and returned with a roar, his attention momentarily off the women.