Otto finally interrupted, sick of the fighting that ahd erupted around him.
"BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!" He called, with a red face.
"I'm not trying to be mean, but can the two of you stop fighting? It's not going to get anywhere. Why fight about swords and fists, when as a team, it matters not what we use, as long as we stick to gether and Don't fight."
Quite a crowd had milled during the fight, drunken men and woman choosing sides, booing their least favorite, as if it was a game, or a fight to the death. They had looked disappointed when Otto yelled.
"Now, why don't we just leave before anyone gets hurt? I don't like the look on these binge drikers' faces," he added, in a whisper.
Otto spun around, and charged out of the tavern, into an atmosphere much cooler and serene than what he had just emerged from. Also, the outside air didn't stink of beer. Otto dearly hoped his 3 companions (in the morn) would follow him, and escape the forlorn glares of tavern-goers.
Otto would meet them here in the morning, it was up to them to do what they wished for the night, but he would rest aftern his day of sauntering up and down the dirt road to Cerenis and from Serendipity in the sweltering heat that day ahd brought. But first, his weapons. He paused for another minute to see if the girl, the cyclops, and the man would emerge, unhurt.