Catskull's ears pricked, his nose upturned, and his eyelids fluttered, a light shiver coursing up his body like an electric current. A blade loosed from a scabbard, a sound he'd never mistake. His shadow flit across the hull and in a trice he'd be crouched just behind the doorframe where the knights were concluding their feud. His body had already been relaxed, but his mind followed suit only after learning that it had just been a scrap, and not an attack. Kase, Roland, and Elric were they?
He had to think logically. Infighting wouldn't be advantageous if a real attack did occur. He had to settle it now or risk future dangers.

He slowly turned into the doorway, black gloved hands held peaceably up, palms open. He addressed the knights.

"Hark! Thy quarrel has gone and disturbed mine rest. Now, thanks to thee, I must open yonder cask of fine ale in the hull to quench mine frustrations. Shall then we have a mug or two and tranquilize ourselves well and damn good?"