Back in the bar, Cale had decided to clean up a bit. After all, he had added a bit to the destruction in here by throwing a few thugs around. Any thugs that were still snoozing were dragged outside and left on the street. Cale picked up what tables he could and turned them back to the way they were supposed to be and kicked broken debris and bottles over to the side. He might have been offering to clean up a mess he caused, but he was no maid.
After that it was done it seemed that all the other adepts had all run off somewhere. Probably smart, a guard was going to show up eventually asking what had happened and since the bartender had also run off that would happen sooner rather than later. Still, running implicated guilt. If the law was going to show up, Cale was going to wait for them if only for a little while.
Cale went behind the counter of the bar and grabbed a bottle of milk. This was probably used for mix drinks of some sort. He wasn't a big drinker, and if he was going to need to speak for himself later he wanted to be as clear headed as possible. Cale poured himself a glass and put some money on the table before moving back around to the other side of the counter. It was about this time that one of the other people involved in the fight had decided to come back, and apparently he was having a hissy over something.
"If you're looking to know what happened I haven't got a clue. The other two women were involved in a fight or something and I got dragged into it. How did you get involved?" Cale asked him.