Across the street, Brasseria had her hands full. Literally. She’d managed to catch hold of Kyli by the collar of his hauberk and Pelli by the wrist and hand holding the dagger. The two were still attached to one another by Kyli’s beard being wrapped around the halfling’s toes, and the two showed no sign of breaking off their brawl this time. Brasseria attempted to spread them apart by holding each out at arms length but that put her right in the middle. She caught one of Kyli’s hob-nailed boots in her eye and looked desperately around for a water trough or rain barrel or something. A good dunking would break this up. But there was nothing and the dwarf was getting heavy. At last her gaze came to rest on the door to the Black Tongue tavern.

“That’s it!” she bawled. “If we’re having a fight we’re going to collect a bounty for it!”

She heaved her partners up over her head and charged the tavern door.