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Not to worry, the guy had to run by Greycastle, who knocked him out with his OA.
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With the odds now numerically even, the remaining two combatants knew they were outmatched.
"Drop the damn club, Tomas!" Greycastle sternly shouted. The silence that followed was broken by the clattering of a stout wooden stick dropping to the floor and the cursing of at least one person who just lost a wager.
"What in Helm's Gaze is the meaning of all this?"
Before any of the miscreants could respond, the woman who had been standing behind the bar walked up to Greycastle. Red-faced, the slightly plump blonde woman jabbed a finger into Tomas' bruised chest.
"Damn all of you! It isn't enough that we've got to deal with this plague, but now we have to deal with you hot-headed idiots tearing up the place?" Pointing to the man and the unconscious bodies littering the floor, she shouted,
"All of you are banned from the Nymph until further notice." Crossing her arms beneath her chest, she scowled at the men.
Straightening his tunic, Greycastle added,
"...and the eight of you are going to repay Janelle for everything you broke. That's on top of the Pyre duty you're all going to pull. Helm, what started all of this?"
Sheepishly, the other man standing spoke up.
"You see, Lawkeeper, it were like this. Thom," he gestured at one of the unconscious men on the ground,
"was a little deep in his cups and made a crack about Lews' wife." Pointing to the unconscious man who had been wielding the knife, he continued,
"Lews didn't take too kindly to that on account of that fact his old lady died of the plague yesterday. Out for blood, he was. He attacked Thom and, well, the rest is probably pretty obvious."
Shaking his head in annoyance, Greycastle replied,
"Get these idiots out of here. Four of you are to report to Vials at midnight, the other four the following night. You're going to alternate until the end of the week. Better bring your bandannas. Now get out of here, I'll have Janelle draft up a bill."
"Thank you, Lawkeeper," Janelle said,
"they were about halfway to destroying the Nymph before you showed up. You too," she said, looking in Brue's direction, but not quite sure of what she was seeing.
"While the Lawkeeper doesn't drink, you're welcome to a pint on the house whenever you want."
As the two men began working to wake up the men who had been knocked out, Greycastle looked at Brue.
"Good work, I haven't seen such skilled fighting since the Reclamation Wars. Quite impressive, though judging by your footwork, I don't think swinging a truncheon is your usual style. Let's go back to my house and have a chat. I may have some work for you... give you something to do until this quarantine gets lifted."