Pressing the button, the wall slid down, and I entered Rusty Chalice. The place was in chaos; it looked like a brawl had broken out not long ago. Blood stained some of the tables and the floor. Two women and four men lay on the ground, alive but barely breathing. Barton, behind the counter, watched as Mira tried to diffuse the situation, her efforts in vain. Rusty Chalice was split in two, with everyone yelling and brandishing swords.
I furrowed my brow and tiptoed my way to the counter, sticking to the walls to avoid attention. Molly was nearby, her back against the wall and arms crossed, her expression clearly annoyed that her 'me time' had been interrupted.
"Hey," I whispered to Barton. "What's going on?"
"Fuck if I know," he grumbled. "I just came here, got behind the bar, then someone broke out a fight. Shit is serious, eh?"
"Yeah, looks like," I said, watching Mira desperately try to calm the customers down. "She can handle herself?"