"Look what you did to my wife!" Adaron howled dramatically.
"Your wife!?" one of the men said, standing back, horrified. "She said you were attacking her!"
"Oh, posh! She always says that when she doesn't get her night cap! She's drinks too much, and gets delirious. In fact, this isn't the first time I've had to chase her through town."
Adaron reached down and pulled Aurora's head gently into his arm to inspect the gash the pipe had done to her head. He plucked her up, the men still wary of him, obviously unable to determine if what he said was the truth.
"Look, are you sure you're her husband?"
"Of course. I would never assault a woman in my life, let alone this lovely creature. And if any of you get any bright ideas, I'll turn you to ash!" Adaron scowled at the men and pushed them aside, holding the woman along, her hair having come undone and cascading down to the ground in a red, curly cape.
If she did awaken, and somehow survived that blow to her head, she might wake up in a small backroom of a tavern, a room hidden behind a liquor cabinet in the back of the bar. Adaron was sitting over a table, inspecting something by candlelight. Her clothes would be slumped over the side of the bed and a wet cloth draped over her forehead. What he was inspecting exactly included many of her effects.