When the crowd began to pipe up and empty their bladders at the thought of a spellcaster, before Regina and Ionathan did their level best to calm them down peacefully, Ajax turned to stare at the patrons. He took his sweet time, looking every single man up and down like one would examine a piece of merchandise and dead in the eyes before moving to the next. He stood tall as he was, chin up and bulging chest out, and placed his ham-hock fists on his hips to make himself look even wider. He wordlessly dared all who met his gaze to speak up to him personally, to step up if it was truly so important for them. None of them did.

The knight's words in particular put a quick end to anything that might've happened, and everyone who'd been so keen to engage in hostilities before meekly went back to their business rather than risk tussling with an officer of the law. The few that still deigned look him in the eye were met with a toothy grin that mocked their weakness. Still smiling, Ajax followed the others outside but not before audibly muttering "Hah, cowards". Yes, wizards were the root of most every problem as far as he was concerned, but they could be killed like anyone and anything else. And as far as he was concerned, that was an even enough playing field.