After hearing the chair being smashed and he could not hear a thing, he turned back to the mage with a smile on his face until he saw saw the mage's. It had been smacked with a piece of the wood and now his nose was now spurting out blood. Also, his client was awake and pissed at him. Well, what a predicament. A flaming pillow was heading towards him. He dropped down to the ground, trying to avoid the main mass of the thing before another followed. He got back up and slowly moved away from the bed, his hands up.
Now, look here, I did not hit you with the chair. Be glad of that. Also, you have a decision to make. This mage thinks that he and you can go with a group of Shepherds or Sheepfuckers, I do not know nor do I care. It is up to you.
Turning to the injured mage, Kalar spoke to him.
For you...go look for a healer. Most people have them. If need be, I can fix you up, but I do not think you would like my methods and I do believe you really do not like me now. To save some time, either go a looking, or I will go myself looking. Up to you. In fact-
He moved towards the door and opened it up to yell out:
WOUNDED MAGE! NEED A HEALER! WILLING TO PAY! PLEASE HURRY! LIMITED TIME! MIGHT DIE IF NOT TREATED SOON!
He soon felt some heat from his hair. Reaching up with his gloved hand, he started brushing it and saw several cinders flying off as well.
Well, shit.
He walked out in a calmly fashion, went down the stairs and went up to the stables. Finding a water trough, he dunked his head underneath to stop the sparks from igniting or getting out of hand.