Great Burning : 12

There'd been a large scale brawl involving an unknown number of men but it wasn't much of a fight now, more of a beating since one side had clearly come out much the worse. Four men lay prone on the floor, on the receiving end of kicks and punches whilst their one standing comrade was surrounded and taking heavy blows from his enemies. Before Klane had time to assess the situation further, a commanding voice was bellowing over the turmoil to make himself heard.
"Stop! Lay off! That's enough boys! They've learnt their lesson!"
It was Muttu at the head of the Southern Pralannians and his word seemed to carry weight with the victors for they broke off with cries of derision and shouts of laughter. Klane went over to one of the fallen men who lay groaning on the street.
"Can you help me get to my brother's house?" he asked. "He's the blacksmith for Ironhope. I have to speak with him!"
Muttu frowned when Klane offered support to the wounded man as he struggled to stand.
"It'd be best for you if you stay out of this quarrel" he advised. "Don't get mixed up in what you don't understand!"