As Finnagin dashed out of the pub the owner ran out screaming for him to stop. Like hell that was going to happen, at least that is what he thought. His leg was pulled from under him while he was trying to jump a stack of crates and his head slammed against the crates giving him a right surprise. After taking a moment to regain his composure he looks towards his feet to see fire looped around his ankle leading off to a mage of some kind. This mage kept Finnagin wrapped up until the 'proper' authorities showed up to see what the disturbance was. The anchorites decided it would be best to take Finnagin in for questioning, which just wouldn't do. Luckily the mage made a grave mistake and dispelled his flame whip giving Finnagin the chance to cast some magic of his own. 

As this mage walked towards the pub Finnagin said to him, 
"Ye call me the pathetic one, but as I recall it was you who blindsided me. Seems like ye just to much of a coward to fight a fair fight"
Calling on his innate ability of magic Finnagin flung the guards back and jumped into the sky. "and I have somewhere to be, so i have to skip on this lovely get together" pushing himself with wind magic he began to fly out of town.