He was really more surprised by the blow than hurt by it; he'd fallen over from over-balancing, and then.. Well. The people shouting about there being a mage in the tavern weren't really going to not-notice that he was at the epicentre of the repulsion for much longer. Espcially not with this blonde lady next to him now, what. She'd helped him stand back up before he'd even thought about.. Well, anything aside from oh shit, and was telling him that he should probably leave. At this point, there wasn't really anywhere to go though, what with the drunks beginning to stand back up and recollect themselves. Honestly, if they hadn't been drunk and disorderly, and he hadn't just lit up like an anachronistic beacon of things-that-shouldn't-happen-in-a-widely-public-area, it would have been really amusing to watch them all try and figure out what had just happened.
Today was just full of excitement and adventure, wasn't it? Unexpected happenings, blood, inebriated folks.. Usually coming into town didn't really entail quite so much fun.
At this point he was already on his feet, glancing up at the lady who'd come to his aid – she was pretty, and apparently an elf, although he'd mistaken short humans for elves every now and then when their ears were covered up. They never seemed to appreciate that very much; by now he'd learned to just let other people confirm it first. Or, you know, sometimes he just didn't care, or think that far ahead. The call someone made about finding the mage before he 'burned the place down' made Kyrio grin – it almost felt like a compliment. He had created fire before; it was one of the spells that came at will more readily than some others, in fact. It wasn't that unlikely that he might burn it down, aside from being friends with the guy who worked there the most often. Most of the crowd by now was back to a more vertical perspective, and there was that one cleaning-man being led around by another by the back of his shirt. Yet more peculiar.
'T'anks,' he said, addressing the lady and.. not really sure whether to move like they wanted to leave, which would incriminate them, or move like they were searching for the mage, which.. might not work since they were already sort of standing apart from everyone else. He glanced up at her and then back around at the people. 'Do you hav' a plan? Or we zhud wing it, or..' He didn't really have anything past that. Sort of hoping that the drunks would.. go drink again. Or someone else would calm them down – obviously he couldn't do it now or he would have tried, but as it was, he was attempting to remain backgroundy as much as possible. A handful of people had just disappeared up the stairs, and Ky had no doubt that a small contingency of the crowd down here would soon be following – it's amazing how similar 'getting away from annoying people' and 'escaping because I'm guilty' seem to look to certain people. He would have thought it was obvious, but oh fell. Have to give people their failings, and in this case the more people who went upstairs, the easier it would be for him to get out the front door. You know, without blasting a hole in the wall (could he even do that? He wasn't sure he could do that..) or something like that. (If he could do it.)
'Vell diz is fun, yes,' Ky commented, after another few moments of glancing around and not really seeing anything changing. What were the odds that he could just walk about the door. Like nothing happened – and in truth, very little actually had happened, so what was the big dead anyway – moving on with life and stuff.
Who was he kidding; he was totally stuck here unless someone who was not him showed up and got things moving along instead of the ball moving, yes, but rolling around in circles.. Wobbly, unsteady on their feet, circles. So effectively, just waiting. 'D'jou like a drink?' he asked, directed at the blonde lady, as he went back over towards where he'd been sitting before, nonchalantly pretending what-dwarf-mage-i-didn't-see-a-mage-at-all and that he's just got here for a good malt and then he's back home across town. Yes sir.