Ramses is up to see the rising of the sun, none the worse for wear after a night's drinking. After all, what is a little alcohol to a Barbarian? Unfortunately, after the end of the ceremonies, he tries to return to the tavern and wake his fellows, only to get lost in a massive, multicentric brawl. What happened?
Barbarisan is awake and sensible, and decides to gather information as to the flavor of bullshit the local mage-lieutenant has, and has barely begun before having to duck a wild blow from a milkman. The streets here are full of rioting people, as everyone seems to be talking on everyone else, and gangs of looters are sloshing up and down the storefronts.
Rock is the cause, naturally, as the massive mountain decided to spice things up a bit, and strike a blow for whatever it is he believes in. With a few thrown rocks, a few well-timed shrugs, a temporary roadblock caused by an overturned cart, and just a little bit of recreational arson, has caused a prosperous and orderly city streat into a scene of utter chaos. Even as Rock watches, he sees a butcher straddling a watchman, rock in hand, a child running off with a purloined sword, and citizens boarding up their houses or happily joining in. It is a sight to bring a tear to the heart of any proper reaver.
Beorn is safe from the chaos, being doubly protected, first by the sturdy table, and secondly by the warm haze of alcohol, and has little to fear at this moment. The others, however, might get caught up in the riot, should they remain in this part of the city.