Oh not so grave, really. Not at all. Our hostage was well ensconced and my scribe is good at hiding.

But the point is, we could have been in very mortal danger if not for my skills.

Anyway, in the ensuing melee, one of the more- unfortunate patrons- knocked over the owner's nose jar and broke it. This drew out the owner... and gosh... huge woman, like a brick wall, absolutely bulging with muscle. She could probably bend a prybar with her eyelashes.

As you can imagine, she was a bit put out, and asked who'd started the fracas.