The pub gradually filled with people as the sun got closer and closer to its apex – some people leaving, but with more coming in – and yet Ky decided to keep his seat at the counter and continue enjoying the crowd as it ebbed and flowed. Despite being a dwarf – or perhaps because he was one – he had a pretty decent tolerance for alcohol, and a fairly hearty appetite for someone who was roughly the height of an eleven year old human, so the barkeep didn't find a problem with him sitting there as long as he wanted, so long as he kept ordering things on at least a somewhat regular basis. It was an arrangement the two were both familiar with; Ky kept up his end, and the barkeep didn't mind when slightly longer periods of time passed between orders.
Aside from the piss-ant drunkard at the aforementioned table, it was shaping up to be a fairly enjoyable day. He'd done well enough trading earlier to not have to worry so much about paying for meals, and there had been a handful of interesting conversations both overheard and taken part of. He'd noted a couple of wonderfully intimidating women enter, as well as a somewhat awkward dwarf-and... courtesan? pair earlier. And then he noticed the young man. (It was like some sort of boat full of peculiar people had somehow docked nearby. None of them truly bore the look of the traveling merchant, and some of the people today hadn't really looked like they were accustomed to traveling at all.)
So far, he had just been the best part of the whole day. Kyrio had been here several times, and while he liked to think he knew everyone who worked here, he realised that there was a possibility that new help had indeed been hired since the last time he had visited. This.. didn't really seem like that. For one, he had come from upstairs, and then waited on the edge of the room for a while. The calmest person in the whole building who wasn't still asleep. He'd then abruptly decided to start clearing dishes. (At this point, Ky's second plate of food had arrived, and he'd stopped paying attention to.. well, basically everything but the food.) All of a sudden the crowd behind him was louder, and he turned to see the same young man deck the annoying drunk in the side of the face. Given the reaction, it was fair to say the drunk had hit the man first, and now it looked like his friends were gearing up to do just the same.
Well that was just an unfair match, wasn't it. Kyrio quickly turned to take the last few bites of his meal – knowing that it wasn't that likely he'd be sitting in front of it again – and then turned to jump into the fight. Not more than a few seconds later, he was amongst the throng of spectators, and within another two, in the midst of the altercation itself. He attempted to remain a pugilist, only throwing a punch or.. you know, more, into various solar plexi, although there was really no telling how long that would last. At a certain point, instinct begins to overrule conscious action, and his own instincts had been altered by experience and experiments. One of the men suddenly stopped moving mid-swing, and Kyrio quickly stepped over to knock him over before anyone noticed the sudden paralysis. Things like that seemed.. forgivable. As did the one man's cracking hand and yelp of pain when his fist came into contact with Ky's face – he didn't feel it. However, it grew apparent that he wouldn't be able to remain within the fight for too long; there had just been too much time between periods of active control. Hopefully it would wrap up soon – he didn't much relish the idea of leaving when things were just getting fun.