Atlas finished downing his 4th Honeybrew, and looked around. The Bannered Mare was starting to fill up. There were people he hadn't seen before come in.
His attention was caught to a man holding out a dagger to another person's throat. He decided to see if he could prevent a throat-slashing from happening.
"Come on, lads, there's nothin' serious enough to be going 'round slittin' people's throats, right? Also, be considerate of the maids who work here; it's hard to clean bloodstains off of wooden furniture, you know."