Baldrick breathed a sigh of relief as the men dispersed. He was glad to see that things had ended before they had gotten too bloody. Yagra seemed no worse for wear at least, and only one of the men who started the fight was injured. "Thank you," Baldrick said inclining his head to the man who broke up the fight. He was not quite sure what the man was, although that was not too surprising. Waterdeep was full of sights he had never seem before, including the people. Still he did not want to stare and risk offending the fellow, so he turned his attention elsewhere.  "I was worried that fight might escalate, although I'm sure you could have handled it Yagra."

As he turned to face the half-orc, a thought struck him. Perhaps she was the reason he had felt drawn to this place. "Yagra, perhaps it is fate that I ran into today. Have you heard of anything unusual as of late? I have never been called to a city before, and I am unsure of what sort of trouble I am to resolve."