“Yes, we are going to the castle. We’ve wasted enough time here.” Drake replied to Ramone before heading for the exit.
It was probably time for them to leave anyways. While Aelar had his ‘event’ and the other two were focused on what Lazarus was doing, they failed to notice the commotion that had sparked behind them.
Without even glancing to his right side, Drake deflected a flying chair that sailed through the air from that direction and nearly hit both him and Aelar. It seemed Willo’s comments had not gone unnoticed. By the time the fifteen minutes were up an all-out brawl was the current onset of Willo’s remarks.
“You were going to swing at me, weren’t you?! Come here! I’ll bash your goddamn face in.” One barked.
“I wanna see you try.” The one sitting opposed to him snarled.
More chairs began flying. Tables were flipped. Glasses were smashed. And it didn't take long for people start 'sailing' through the air as well. What started at one table spread to the other ones like wildfire. Soon enough the pub looked like a battlefield. It was a mess.
A punch sent one of the intoxicated men tumbling straight towards Ramone's and Willo's general direction.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if the altercation inside was sparked by one of you three.” Drake commented dryly once outside of the pub.
Before Lazarus could leave the waitress with the eye-patch came running out of the pub and went straight to Drake, who standing on the street already away from the crowd at the entrance. Drake turned around as he heard the steps behind and the waitress stopped just a hair's breadth away from him as she looked a building behind Lazarus over his shoulder, their faces almost next to each other.
“He’s not there yet, but he will be in the morning. You owe me for this.” She told him, almost whispering, yet her tone was clearly one of annoyance.
"Noted." Was the only response Drake gave her before she stormed back into the pub.
Lazarus was about to head in the opposite direction from which they came from when two robed individuals stepped in front of him, both their faces obscured by their hood.
"For you, it ends here.", one of them said. There was no doubt what their intentions were. The only question remaining was why.
By now Drake expected at least one of his students to be outside of the pub and close to him, otherwise he knew he would look like an idiot blabbering to himself.
"You have trained a lot in the arts of combating various creatures, blighted and otherwise. But rarely have you had the chance to test your skills against human opponents. This would be the prefect opportunity." Hoping the hint was good enough he stepped backwards, leaving plenty of space around the two assailants.