Buzdrem had been steadily drinking while the confrontation in the corner had occurred. With the thought of the women she looked like in his head, he turned to hear the commotion and immediately rose of his chair as the table was flipped by the 'Tin Man'. He pulled the two axes from the lower sheath of his back so that the handles of the two axes on his upper back sheath were still showing, meaning he means business. He approached the upturned table with intent and a ruthless look on his eyes.
"Excuse me, dear," he said to the young women.
"From the look of you I assume you don't need any protection from anyone but this tavern belongs to a friend of mine and if this tin idiot is going to wreck the place we're going to have a problem." Buzdrem now stood right next to the women with an axe in each hand, staring aggressively straight into the armoured mans eyes.