Jonathan took a step towards the bar.
 He hadn't yet showed himself to the other mages; he had instead took the chance to sleep in what was a much better bunk that he was used at. However, after the ship landed in a speed that easily thumped him awake, he was to curious to just continue his slumber; he hadn't been in a city for months, and even though he was never a social person, he was unexpectedly overwhelmed by a need to survey the area, to interact again. 
The other mages had already left, but a guard onboard informed him of the other's heading, as well as of the Commander's oders- something he was not too content to hear, as it meant that he would have to leave his companions behind. something he had never done before. In fact, this ertain part tempted him to just stay on the ship, or maybe even disobey him and take at least one with him. He had ways of disguising them... In the end though, he decided to just agree with Hayes' orders. He was part of a team now, and if anything was to be accomplished, he would have to prove he was capable of being a team member. He would obviously prefer some more respect from those puny blood-hungry rats who simply got their hands on some covinient pieces of technology, but he could understand that his years in isolation had made him... unstable at best.

Jonathan took another step towards the bar.

The sign read "Well Endowed" on it- and the picture accompanying it was a similarly vulgar image, as if to inform those unable to get the point right away. Was this distasteful semblance of a chapeau really the place his companions decided to spend their time on the ground? He could expect this from Hayes and his men, but not fom fellow mages. On the other hand, the chances of inding something better in this rathole were most likely minuscule anyways.

Jonathan took yet another step towards the bar.

He could now hear commotion in the inside of the bar. Apparently, there were some people fighting in there. He then gasped as he heard a man... dieing?! From getting lit up on fire? What were those ignorami doing in there?! He then heard a hand slamming down on something, ang then the sound of ice breaking, and a person falling on the floor violently. He felt rage build up in him for the man's death. He could not just let things die out.

Jonathan took a last step towards the bar, and opened the doors with the greatest thump his arms could provide. He then stared tersely at the site of the brawl, admitedly not knowing which mage was his and which was not, even though he did manage to recognise Master Alexander of all people -a wise and capable man he was always happy to be communing with-, Commander Hayes, and a girl he deifnetely knew from somewhere; the last one also seemed to be the one who threw another woman on the floor.
"Excuse me" he said in a loud, and yet calm and stern voice, "could someone explain to me the cause of this distubance in this bar?" His eyes were now shining in tempered fury, in a cold mettalic glow similar to the devices atached to his necklase and belt. He pulled two of them out of his clothes, also revealing the rest of them. "And judging from the charred body on the corner, I advise you to pray to the Gods you hold dear that I find your excuse satisfying."