William rolled his eyes at the scene unfolding before him and bit a hunk of meat from one of his kebabs. The sauce was light and fiery, something to really grab an unsuspecting consumer’s tongue in a vice. It was unfortunate that more people weren’t going to be able to sample this particular delicacy. Chewing thoughtfully, William let his eyes wander back to the action.

So it’s going to be like that, is it?

While Talen’s initial take down had drawn a couple of interested eyes, it had largely been ignored by the larger crowd. And who could blame them? He wouldn’t have been the first stumbling drunk to take a fall in the middle of the fair. But instead of taking their failure with good graces, the idiots had drawn steel in the middle of the crowd. There were a lot of weapons being carried around, it was Scara Brae City after all, but most of the people at the fair were simple unarmed civilians.

“Aw, hell,” the old kebab saleswoman muttered as she quickly closed her money box and started stuffing her wares inside her cart. All around them people were starting to push and shove to get away from the melee, and there was more than one call for the city watch.

And then, as if the naked steel wasn’t enough to start a panic, the young girl and her accomplice started flinging magic into the mix. William frowned at the display. These two might have some skill, but they didn’t seem to be on the same level as either Talen or himself. Just what sort of information did Talen thing that he could get from these two? William pondered the idea of simply killing everyone present ad moving on with his life, but shoved the instinct down. He’d never get any answers that way. Instead, he did as Talen had asked and provided backup.

The remaining kebab whipped out with incredible speed as William threw it into the face of the final thug. Hot meat slammed into the man’s face with the force of a heavy slap and he reeled as his face was coated in spicy sauce. A horrid shriek filled the air as the raven haired man fell to his knees, wiping ineffectually at the spices burning his eyes. William was impressed that the man managed not to flay his own scalp with his bladed gauntlet as he flailed, though it would have pleased him to see that.

Nodding at his own handiwork, William pulled his cloak tightly around him and slipped into the churning crowd, watching Talen for the next move.