|DM - Voice of the Voiceless|
As you begin walking slowly towards the Revel Hinsin reacts with some surprise "Bit unsubtle like turning to the blade or bludgeon outright... lacks a certain nuance." shrugging and taking Quillin at his word that the others started it. Rackham's words draw a raised eyebrow though "You think the Captain's got stroke enough for that do you?" chortling "Maybe... but it's unlikely she'd put it out for someone not yet even on her crew. You might get lucky though - as long as it was just a fight gone badly they might let him off with a few licks... depends how badly he's p1ssed off the constables."
Your path through the town is easy enough and you arrive at the Revel early enough to snare a table near to the Pit. A gnarly barmaid comes over to take your drinks orders as Hinsin requests a bottle of mulled wine for himself.
For clarity - there isn't any expectation that you'll take part in the Pit unless you wish to.