The flat of Berthold's sword smacks hard into the skinny man's head, and the lady screams as he falls dazed and seeping blood on the wooden planks of the floor. She looks at Berthold in horror as if expecting him to attack her next, but then notices that the thief is clutching her bag.
"
My bag!" she cries. "
He was stealing my bag. You stopped him!"
The lady's piercing scream along with the sudden dispatch of one of the locals (it will take a moment to realize he is not dead) takes most of the fizzle out of the bar fight in short order. The locals glare at the Rider of Rohan with the naked sword in their midst but as the lady babbles on about how Berthold has saved her bag from being stolen, things calm down, and the innkeeper offers a round of free drinks for Berthold and his companions.
The lady is overcome and leans on her maids, who escort her upstairs to bed. The locals leave, carrying their downed companion (unless you want to detain him).
As things get back to normal, the hobbit who warned you about the impending theft visits your table again.
"
A bit dramatic," he laughs, nodding at Berthold. "
But I'm glad you stopped the man from stealing her bag. My master," he nods at the outlander still sitting in the booth, "
often gets blamed for bad things that happen around him. He's from the south. Selling fabrics and carpets.
"He'd like to buy you a drink as well if you're willing. But he understands if you want nothing to do with foreigners."