[piosenniel]

The Innkeeper stepped out of her quarters behind the bar. She had heard the commotion and ran quickly to get her hefty blackthorn stick.

'Out of my way!' she cried, wading into the crowd and pushing them from her path. She swung her stick with two well placed blows to the legs of the combatants. A sickening crunch, following each blow.

Then reaching down she dragged each up by the scruff of their necks and knocked their heads together.

'Open the door!' she bellowed in a most unladylike manner. She dragged them to the porch and threw them into the yard.

'Take your fights out of the Inn, and out of the courtyard, too.' She threw the knives they had dropped on the floor, as she dragged them out of the Inn, to the dirt by their sprawled bodies.

Then walked back in, shutting the door firmly behind her . . .