He couldn't quite gauge what they were after, and he couldn't exactly ask them yet. He needed to break the ice as it were. Caber pushed off the wall, and as if life were a high budget film, he seemed to have materialized amongst them once their eyes panned around them a bit. Barley would be facing the Fae, Caber looking none the worse for wear amid the group. 

"Now now, fellows, please!" He cried in the middle of them. The thugs would likely be a bit taken aback from his appearance, he guessed. He still wished for their attention. His fae nature tended to draw in more curiosity than anger, at least until curiosity was sated. "The way you do this is buy the most expensive brew in Barley's alehouse and sweet talk the lady. Violence never solves anything. I'm sure there is a reasonable outcome to this entire debacle, wouldn't you say?" 

He wasn't going to do any of his major tricks until he got some answers. But perhaps they were dumb enough to follow his advice, so he decided to [b]lend a hand[/b]. 
[@Penny]
[hider]Caber jumps into the middle of them to confuse them a bit and maybe solve the problem. Unfortunately my 'lend a hand' roll was a 3 in total.[/hider]