He was just trying to get his sword to the smith. That’s all he was trying to do. However the sudden feeling of magic in the air brought his head up sharply as he turned towards the secluded little part of the courtyard. His steps quickened as he hurried towards the source of that unnatural tang on the air. He reached up to pull the sword off of his back, though he left it in its sheath for the time being, letting the weapon dangle loosely from his hand. He rounded the corner just in time to feel the twin spells of cold and mind released by the various players in the brawl.
“What in the Maker’s…” Aurin muttered as he saw what was happening. Beth? Constans? His eyes flew open as he heard the sounds of ripping cloth and the rent in Bethen’s robes. Then a growl escaped from the mage as he flung his hand forwards. He tapped his own power, the soft blue aura of cleansing bathing the combatants in light as he stalked forwards. He said nothing, at first but instead placed himself in-between the stunned Thais and the enraged Bethen. “Stop this!” He stated, as he glared around at all of the commotion.