Ceres, and anyone listening: You stop a woman passing by--a middle-aged farmwife by the look of her. "What just happened?" she says. "Oh, just a fight. They break out in the taverns all the time. This one took long enough to get going that the gamblers got involved, placed odds and drummed up a crowd is all. That happens pretty frequently too. Don't worry about it--we're not that rough of a town, despite what it looks like here."
She turns and walks away.