As Max approached the pub, he bent over slightly, trying to appear older than he was. It helped his hood was up. From his experience, the older someone thought he was, the more they respected or feared him. He walked calmly through a crowd as everything began going silent. It seemed the crowd didn't want to anger a mage. He walked between the fighters, pulling a patch off his cloak and a rope. He aimed as best as he could to allow the patch to turn into a ladder, each end quickly reaching for the two who began the fight. He whispered a word to the rope before stretching his arm towards the archer. He had assumed the 30 foot rope to wrap around the wrists and the bow, effectively enabling him from the fight, but he didn't always get his aim right, especially when he had no line of sight to his target. "Battling in the streets is foolish. Is there no fighter's guild to join? Are the walls of the city too far to travel?" Having revealed that he sounded like no old man, he stood straight and threw back his hood. His long, brunette hair almost glowed in the sunlight. With a smirk, he looked at the three he had attempted, whether or not he had been successful, to subdue. "Shall I call your parents?"