And then the inevitable came to be. A loud [i]'[b]thwack[/b]'[/i] rung through the air suddenly creating a pregnant pause of commotion as a stunned silence took the room. Time seemed to have frozen until interrupted by a subsequent crash, and just like that the bubble was burst, stillness and silence gone as all manner of chaos and violence ensued. The tavern erupting into brawling ground.

Shouting and tussling ensued, tables and chairs upturned and broken, cutlery and plates scattering about. The room was filled with ruckus every which way. Opponent and ally loose and interchangeable terms. An empty mug clang against the wall uncomfortably close to Galen's golden hair. Wide eyed he shot up from his seat cursing and belittling all before him, much to old Al's worried disapproval.

For most Gallens outburst was ignored or lost amongst all other noises but it did get the attention of three mischievous scraggy looking lurkers circling the outer fray of the commotion like hyenas waiting for easy pickings. Spotting the table of women, old men and a haughty noble, they found it. If they could just avoid the smith. The first man flashed them all a crooked smile as he crack his knuckles and glance at his friends behind him.

The second man, a bald stocky man nodded to the first as if silently agreeing to an unsaid plan, showing familiarity between these scoundrels, as he step to the side and pick up a stool. The third man looked to be the youngest but also tallest. A lanky kid with a crooked nose. His hands already raised fists.
They said nothing as they approach menacingly.