In the tavern with no name...

Ezlan's attempt to take control of the grapple wasn't quite successful.  Although he was, by far, the stronger man, the other guy was quick enough to maneuver out of his hold and maintain his control.  He was not, however, nearly sturdy enough to resist the big man's punch.  In the end, Ezlan got his meat shield.

"What in the dying light is wrong with you," the broken man yelled from his seat.  He turned stiffly and gestured toward the fellow in the light blue cloak.  "Put an end to this, already!"

The man in the cloak lifted his brow at the tone used toward him but gave an elaborate shrug.  "Just when it was getting fun," he mumbled.  He stood to his feet and took in a quick breath.  Then he began an elaborate motion with both of his hands and seemed to be concentrating on Ezlan.  Without any farther warning, Ezlan, the barely conscious man he was using as a defensive body pillow and the Elite Greatswordsman wavered and then slumped unceremoniously to the floor.  The first attacker, who had just recovered from getting smacked by a table, backed away when he saw this and held his hands up in a "Chill bro" motion.

"Get him out of here!  Don't come back!  Tell Alyssa she can kiss my ass if she thinks I'm going to put up with this shit!  You no-good, disrespectful, blight-taken-"

The man continued to yell insults and slurs at them as Ezlan was carried outside and the others were ushered away.  The man in light blue was last seen laughing while one of the adventurers poured beer on his two sleeping companions to try and wake them.

Ezlan would fully recover from the spell in a couple of hours.  Aside from whatever he might have hit on the way out, he was unharmed.

The Muddy Ghoul Inn...

Later on that same day, assuming everybody found a reason to be at the tavern at the same time, a young adult woman with short cut, black hair made her way to them.  She was pretty in an unremarkable way, fit enough to proudly wear the mark of the Shield Brethren and her left arm was splinted up and resting in a sling.

"Hey," she said, obviously nervous for... some reason.  "So...  I heard you're looking for Maddox.  Right?"