Griff tilted his head, considering Fyr in all his present state, then he chuckled and slapped him on the back. "Go bandage your arm there, Shad. Bartender, let's get some meat for this fighter here! You can buy me that drink," he bowed to Lapis. "And you, my friend," he wrapped his arm around Fyr and led him to the bar. "Can tell me a little more about yourself over a hot meal. Where are you from, for starters? You don't seem to be a desert native. Get back to playing over there, bards." Then he threw some gold coin Dal and the other bard's way as he sat himself down and the food came out. 

Arthur allowed himself to relax a bit. That could have gone poorly...Still, he moved himself closer to Fyr just in case. They did all seem in need of real rest soon.

The other tavern patrons started nervously to return to their former gaiety while the one gang member muttered as he left to get his arm taken care of. A group in the back watched the proceedings with interest.