"Close? Close!..." Savage looks at where the singe was, not far from the window containing his favourite liquor, he grabs DR by the shoulder, and points towards the singe, "Thats close, this bar is less than a day old and already this git over here nearly castrated my drinks!", Savage shouted...
Savage goes over to the private, he noticed that his wallet is lying next to him, stained with the blood of the weak. He picks it up and throws it over to the Bartender, "There, that will pay for the damage", he walks over to the bar where DR is, and gives him a glare, "As for you, don't threaten what you don't understand, boy, or I'll have you tied up and fed to the liberty dogs, understand?".... Savage knew what might happen next, but he was no fool. He spied a look over to the far corner, and saw a familiar face who just entered the bar unaware, there was a faint nod from the rogue.
Savage grabbed another drink and went over to one of the empty tables, keeping an eye on DR.