The Battle of the Ruined Breakfast

The Crossroads Inn has never been the same since the battle between two travellers staying there in the spring of 398 CE.
The two vagabonds did not know each other before the events of that morning, nor did they stay long enough afterwards to divulge their names to any of the townspeople. The inn, however, still feels the marks their battle made upon it.
It all started over breakfast. It was a quiet morning. One of the combatants, a burly, quiet gentleman, was eating his breakfast when the other rushed into the dining hall, covered in mud and stinking to high heavens. Flailing and wild-eyed, he stumbled into the first man's table, knocking over his coffee and dripping dirt into his porridge. Without regard for any of the other guests, he then proceeded to shed his clothes, all the while shouting incoherently.
The larger man, understandably upset that his breakfast had been ruined, stood up and attempted to catch the other, but without success. Rather than mud, as it was first thought, the interloper was covered in some sort of oil, which made him very slippery - he was able to escape with ease, but not before coating the floor, and his opponent, with an oily residue. The first man continued his pursuit, leaping after his slippery enemy, who time after time managed to wriggle free.
This went on for several minutes until the large man had the slippery man cornered behind the stairs leading up to the guest rooms. There was no escape. Until there was.
In their fervour, the combatants had knocked over several tables along with the lit candles placed upon them. One of them rolled across the floor, and before it went out, it made contact with a puddle of whatever the slippery man was covered in and set it aflame with an almighty WOOSH. The innkeeper, who had thus far been content with shouting at the fighting men let out an almighty wail, which distracted the burly man long enough for the slippery man to get away from him. The flames quickly grew large enough to reach the ceiling, prompting the burly man, who wasn't a bad man, to help the innkeeper put it out.
The slippery man was now going for the door, but blocked by flame, he made a decision no sane person in his position would do. He ran straight through it, setting himself on fire, and sprinted out to the yard where he proceeded to completely submerge himself in the watering trough meant for patrons' horses. As quick as he'd arrived, he was off again. Without clothes and slightly singed, still screaming incoherently, he ran down the road which would eventually lead him to Cirranne.
Inside the inn, however, the battle was far from over. The innkeeper and the burly man were still trying and, frankly, failing to put out the fire. It wasn't until another patron arrived, witnessed the chaos and alerted the townsfolk that they were able to get it under control. With the help of bucket upon bucket of water, wet blankets and at least two dozen sacks of sand, the fire was put out.
Once the danger was finally over, the burly man paid for his room and breakfast and left without a word.
The damage done by the fire can still be seen in the inn's dining hall to this day. Neither man was ever seen again, but are both wanted by local authorities for the damage cuased to the inn.

Conflict Type

Battle

Battlefield Type

Urban

Location

Crossroads