Furnace studied the stick's scent.
"Sulphur, charcoal and saltpetre... Spell components?"

From the comfort of his seat Furnace regarded the whole scene.
From the gasps and screams of the patrons around him he guessed that the scene before him was dramatic in some way.
He didn't see it. He followed their gaze to the girls glowing eyes, to the tall figures face and to the fight that broke out between the friend collector and the barkeep.
Or at least, the barkeep was behaving as Furnace would expect him to in a fight. Saying mean things and holding a blade.
Furnace had heard a lot about battle, that is, he was always near battle. He had never actually seen a fight before, but had heard plenty from his cell. There were incantations, primal screaming and testing of swords.
The friend collector had the screaming part down.

After a whole lot of tension and threats people were leaving, and Furnace was gestured to come with.
A strange request, but this place had probably shown all it had to offer, and these people were intriguing. 
He took the wrapped blade, slung it on his back and followed the others outside.
The scent of blood stuck in the air. The friend collectors hands were bleeding profusely.
Furnace felt he should point that out. So he did, he pointed at the blood dripping on to the dusty ground.
"Should you not close that? Blood is finite."