Dodging fists and the occasional baton kept Laz occupied, it was some time before he could eye behind the counter again. He'd caught the signal, and a whack to the stomach, earlier, but remained running distraction in the brawl. Pleased at seeing their friend gone, he thought it time to make his escape lest he take more of a battering. A drunk had walloped him in the side unexpectedly, someone had knocked him into a table, his first swelled from the occasional punch.

He saw his move, the main entrance was free bar one hapless drinker who was cursing someone else. Lazarn rushed at him, aiming a punch well high so his fist swung over ruffled hair. Momentum did the rest and the mercenary found himself out in the street face down in the muck. Someone nearby chuckled.

Outside the streets had cleared a little, many having lost interest in the afternoon brawl. Lazarn brushed off his clothing from the muck of the street and shuffled around the corner. In the alley, Laz grabbed his weapon hidden behind some crates and after taking a step he hesitated. In their hastiness the pair hadn't come up with a concrete plan to meet back up. A thought hit quick, they both knew a location that was discreet and perfect for shady business. Which they were now definitely involved in. The original meet up location, Tamberly's.

"Going to charge double," he wheezed, clutching a bruised body while limping away. Checking to see if any law enforcement followed he hurried back to the tavern.