For the man that was Andhere Beaduric the squabble unfolding and attracting a number of onlookers was, without any doubt in his mind, a spectacle that would come to serve no one well. If not just because it was their station being disrupted, that they peasantry was coming to gawk, but if it came to blows upon the streets and blood down steps, the feuding families would demand further retribution - be it at the hand of the local magistrates, the sanctions of the church, or even to arms against one another until one would submit by force. It was this that caused him to near the scene, dabbing a bit of his forehead with a cloth before returning it behind the breast of his armor. One hand upon the hilt of sword that rest in his belt, the man used the other to guide aside some of the gawking onlookers. While few of them recognized just who he was, some quickly realized anyone bearing such noble adornments was a person of station and privilege, a world apart from them.

As he came to the edges of the babbling conflict, his ear's drew in the last bit of words uttered, though certainly from outsiders all the same, [i]"... You can start acting your age, settle this argument in a civil manner, and then go about the rest of your day. Or you can continue to act like misbehaving children and be punished as such. Choose wisely."[/i]

Despite being there on the front line, steps away from the unfolding scuffle, the baron held his tongue for the moment, sizing up all the members so involved. Two distinct factions were evident, punctuated by their colors; the Aderans and the Hydes. With a long drawn breath through his nose, the knightly figure soon stood more rigid, a soft tilt to his head as he then so inspected the interlopers. Whoever they were, namely the large draconic being, their hearts seemed to be in the right place but for what reasons he could only guess. In fact, it left him to wonder some, especially as an air of familiarity hung over the situation at hand, at least with some of its members.

For the time being however? The seasoned noble allowed his presence to do more of the speaking for him. One of the families was likely to recognize him and in truth, it seemed those intervening already had a plot in motion. The real question was, who would bend knee and tuck their tail so as to not embarrass themselves further before a temple, its clergy, and the town, and who would attempt to fend for their honor no matter what the price was?