Tonight's Entertainment

The night was turning out to be fairly decent in Tarmen's book. Like at the barracks, the Drunken Hare was fairly calm and the bartender was even polite. He still watched the man pour their drinks to make sure no "added flavors" made their way in, though it somehow tasted like gutter water.
In any case, his companion was paying so he wouldn't complain much.
While the two sat exchanging stories of their travels, Tarmen caught sight of a brewing commotion in one of the corners. He had noted the presence of people there, but now that he focused he was surprised to see the royal whelp from the ship being surrounded, an axe being thumbed marking the gathering as an obvious shakedown. He brought this to the other mans attention, though had to stop him from getting up.
"Nothing going wrong yet, mate. Simply some men wishing to protect their turf."
Fully invested and hoping the brat got some form of comeuppance, he also noticed the woman with him. Dressed in far better material than anyone here, she stood out amongst the brutes guffawing at some jest they had made. He also noticed the obvious disgust she had for these men.
He thumbed the claw on his necklace as he sat back, waiting to see what the thugs chose to do.