With the Barbarian's outburst nearly all activity ceased.  All eyes, including that the blue gray eyes of the dancing girl were locked on the sudden drama being played out before them.  For most, there was something of anticipation.  Lizard folk weren't exactly human after all and not in the way of an elf or a dwarf.  They were- "less" than other races, on par with goblins and other fell creatures.

For herself, the dancing girl chose not to intervene.  She wasn't sure she wished to involve herself with a boorish barbarian warrior and a inebriated soldier lizard who had both made it quite clear there was a bounty on a mage's head to be had to every single person in the establishment.  That had been unwise.

Silently, she pondered the odds of the barbarian slitting the lizard's throat and finally wagered that he wouldn't.  She was no expert on barbarian tribes but most had a devotion to obscure honour codes.  She supposed he likely would find no "honour" in the deed.  Unlike herself who couldn't give one whit about honour and would gladly knife someone in the back or poison their ale.