Ghanon looked at the man with a discerning quality to his hazel eyes, eyes that flickered like candles. The man that had interrupted them was too busy smiling in an attempt to impress his partner and his eyes appeared a little stung when they met Ghanon's. It was almost as if he'd been expecting him, and it was if his eyes were saying, 'It's about time you got here.' He could laugh at the faint shiver that ran through the stranger, but he said nothing.
When she parted ways with him to dance with the newcomer, Magus simply bowed and said, "As you wish, milady." And promptly went back to take his seat at the table they'd shared. The food had been carted away and the party was only just beginning. He eyed the scuffle that was just starting to pan out and found himself smiling at it. He could hear them talking, even above the rumbled voices of drunken riff raff. Then his smile faded as he watched one of them stand up and shove the other out of his seat. The falling man slurred a yelp and crashed into the table behind him, knocking up rounds of food and beer. The couple sitting there immediately stood up and were at each other's throats.
Magus physically flinched and his expression was horrified though he smiled within, as the fight began to escalate. He stayed in his corner, not want to get involved, all the while finding himself laughing as a giant of a man came crashing at his feet, unconscious by the efforts of one of the waitresses that held her dented tray. He leaned over him and grinned widely. "Oh what a lovely party this is turning out to be!" He leaned back immediately as another man was thrown across the room and landed on his table, destroying it with a clamorous smash that sent splinters flying on Magus. He promptly stood and brushed off his clothing and ducked within half a second a fist that came launched his way. He tackled the man by the waist and threw him over, leaving more furniture to be wrecked. "Honestly!" Magus said, indignant and brushed himself off again.
The musicians that were playing music had been preoccupied to continue playing and were doing so furiously, trying to earn their meager pay, but had switched from the soft tune of before to a more lively melody that now suited the rough occasion. Magus dodged a glass that flew at his head and shattered on the wall behind him. Already the ruckus was getting worse and he watched with clearly shocked eyes as the stranger that had been dancing with Eleana was soon getting the beating of his life. Magus winced; he would have thought a man of his size could handle himself better.
He saw someone grab a chair and prepared to collide it into his new found companion's head and he moved with blinding, inhuman speed to reach her in time. He grabbed the chair and knocked into the drunkard, sending him reeling back. "You're right, my next trick will have to wait," he said to her. "Now as much I like the next barroom brawl as anyone, I don't think it would be very prudent if we stay here any longer. No doubt this will get much worse!" Just then two bodies went through both windows and one of the waitresses screamed.. He held out a hand for her to take, his eyes desperate and honest. "Please hurry! There's a way out the back if you'll just come with me!"
