"Interesting..." Kythor leans back. It seems this man was no charlatan: he was telling the truth about his ability to conjure and talk to the spirits of the deceased. "I'd be interested in seein' how a seance with the Pale Lady goes..." As he talks, he watches Kyra step up and out - although he hadn't been paying attention to the brawl outside, he had started to assume it was growing a bit more serious. He stands up, shoving his chair out some with a heavy sigh. "Just a moment," Kythor says with a sigh.
Although Kythor cared little for how bloody the battle grew between the dragonborn and the fox-eared woman, he was in no position to allow the former to be murdered. If Domic wanted to outright kill the other in the middle of town, he would rather they do it away from the tiefling just so that he could have some degree of plausible deniability. He didn't know the guard of this town too well, but as far as he was concerned, from the stories the elders had hammered into his brain, a simple murder while he was in town was all it'd take for him to be locked up in jail, likely burned at the stake as that other man had been during their last trip in Easthaven.
By the time Kythor arrived at the scene, it seemed Kyra was able to deescalate the situation. He moved past the fox-eared woman, stepping out to judge the scene for himself. The dragonborn was pretty harshly beaten... Kythor should probably tend to his wounds, but as he watched the dragonborn wander back in, he supposed that he was probably fine for the time being. "Hmm. Seems like we've got all that taken care of..." Kythor sighs to himself. "Don't worry, I'll make sure the big guy doesn't keel over in the middle 'a dinnertime..." He shook his head. "Don't care too much to see him throw himself into an unnecessary fight and waste his energy 'n stamina like that, but I figure we ain't gonna be headin' out to find the fishermen tonight anyhow. He'll be good as new in the mornin', I bet."