@extravagantrook replied to your correspondence. "Well excu--" A pause, since they are flinging a glob of fire over their 'companions' shoulder as they grab at their front to yank him forward. "--cuseee me." They pull hard, giving him the boost of energy needed to clear the table before they shove it up and use it like a makeshift shield from the knife that was attempting to thud into them. "You can't blame me for being so popular."
When he clears the jump and lands on his ass behind the upturned table, he shoots Asha a look; his eyes cut from the elf to a tankard that flew across the room, and he raised his hand, a flash of green wrapping itself around the handle and swinging it right back at it's owner—
"Have you tried to - oh, I don't know - not pick the pockets of every Anita, Diane and Nick in the vicinity? That might be a start." Came a hiss as he snatched his other hand to grip at the elf's collar, "Explain to me why I should not leave you for the Templars."
He wouldn't.
Maybe.