"Is that a challenge?" Elijah said with a smirk. Varian sighed and took another gulp of his ale. He wasn't in any particular mood to challenge anyone at the moment, but decided that for this particular job coming up, one more person might not be such a terrible idea after all. However, not much to his surprise, a drunk Cassandra offered to bout on his behalf. Varian was used to this sort of thing by now, so he just shrugged it off and allowed Cassandra to have her fun. It was nice to blow off some steam after a job, and this was her way. Well, one of her ways.
Varian watched the fight unfold in front of him, beginning with insults flung between the two, before they began to fight. As Varian prepared to take another gulp of his ale, Cass in typical fashion, snatched it out of his hands and threw it at Elijah. It missed him, and the contents were instead dumped on another patron of the bar. Varian sighed and stood up, walking over to the patron as he prepared to draw his own sword and stopped him prematurely.
"Oi, hold on now." Varian began. "No need to get worked up over the actions of a mad drunk. Let me buy you and your companions your next round." The man looked at Varian for a moment, and after deliberation from the others who sat next to him, decided to accept Varian proposal and sat back down. The barfight between Cass and Elijah continued behind Varian, who unlike most of the other patrons of the bar, didn't pay it much mind. "Oi! A round for these lads here on me." He told the bartender, whom he tossed a few pieces of copper to. The bartender, who was looking at the fight, quickly snapped out of it and returned to pouring the drinks. This wasn't the first time Varian had covered for Cass in this way. It had often become a regular thing for him to keep an eye on her off the battlefield (she needed no assistance on it). Varian in the meantime returned to his table with Alys and Ava, just as Elijah had knocked out Cassandra with a bottle to the head. Varian took one look at Cassandra passed out on the floor, and then back to Elijah, before coolly speaking.
"You're in." He said to him. Needless to say, Varian intended to hire Elijah from the start. They could use the extra sword. Whether he dies or not, the man could at least be used as a distraction for a short time at the very least. And who knows? Perhaps he might be even more useful than Varian first envisions.
Ava and Alys meanwhile had gotten into a conversation of their own. Varian listened slightly to them as he began drinking from his new round of Orbrigg Ale he had just received. Varian took a look at Cass, who still lay on the floor, and sighed. "Well, might as well get her off the floor..."
He knelt over and picked up her body. In her unconscious state, Cass was apparently having some sort of drunk-filled delusion, and she continued to speak in gibberish and flail around a bit, perhaps still assuming she was fighting someone. Varian easily slung her body over his shoulder as he proceeded to get her out of the area. Cass flailed once more, her boot accidentally hitting a patron right on the head. He yelled in pain, and stood up.
"Hey, Highman! Just what do you think you're doing!?" He yelled at Varian. Varian, unsure of what happened, turned his body around to face the man. "Hmm?" He said as he turned, only to have Cassandra's foot connect with the man's face once more. He doubled back, and held his nose, in which blood now flowed freely from it. Varian examined the patron, confused as to how he acquired the injury. "You ought to check on that nose, friend. You would not want to dirty up the place with your own gash."
The patron angrily huffed at Varian. "My own gash, is it?!" He grabbed for a bottle he had close by it and flung it right at Varian. Varian, who anticipated the bottle, ducked down, and the bottle flew to the other side of the bar, nailing another patron square in the head. The patron instantly fell to the ground, blood able to be seen from his head. His companions with him all gathered around. One of them, a bit taller than the others, looked over to the side of the bar where Varian stood. Varian noticed an insignia on his shirt which prominently displayed the colors of the League of Warriors, a figther's guild in Eveamoor. Great.
"Who threw that bottle?!" He shouted. At this moment, Cass had temporarily come to for a moment, her vision blurred, but noticing Varian looking off into the side at someone. She reached for a bottle positioned at the side of the table, and threw it in that direction, missing the Lead of Warriors member badly and instead hitting the side of another patron on the far side of the room. The man yelped, and clutched his arm in pain, and his own compatriots, seeing the League of Warriors man standing, assumed he had done it. The third party began entangling with the second, and the League of Warriors men aimed at both Varian and the initial man and friends upon who's boot Cass had connected with. Varian, seeing that he was in the middle of both side's conflict, threw Cass's body right at a man who attempted to strike him. Varian then grabbed his ale and downed it all in one go, before smashing it onto the face of a man behind him. All around, chaos erupted. Varian turned to Ava, Alys, and Elijah.
"Oi! Don't just sit there! Get off your as*es and start hitting people!"