He could roll his eyes as soon another man entered into the conflict and kicked that man. He let out a quiet sigh as he was annoyed at how things were turning out. He took the seat that was freed by this brawl and sat down. In a mildly exasperated voice he ordered, "One beer." And put down the proper amount of coin on the bar and chugged the beer with a bored expression on him. He pretty much dropped out of this encounter the moment it was revealed that guy is a Royal Guard.

Emptying his cup he then undid the gourd from his stick, took the cork out, and began drinking from it slowly. He scanned his surrounding as he looked at the fight from the corner of his eye and then rolled them up far into his skull as he took another drink. This evening was off to a lovely start. The bronze lining to this cloud was that at very least, the crappy musician stopped. He clutched his bamboo staff nearby just in case the brawl got too close to him.