Trillian

It took several minutes for Trillian's eyes to adjust to the dark interior of the tavern. He looked around with that gawkish newness of a young man experiencing something new. The patrons glanced at him from the corner of their eyes but none openly acknowledged him.
Before he cleared the doorway the door opened again and struck his back. He stumbled from the impact, bumping in to the serving girl and knocking over her tray. His face flushed a fiery red as he scrambled to his feet, an apology on his lips. He bent over to help her pick up the mugs that had scattered when he was again knocked sprawling by a shove in his back.
"What was that for?" he demanded as he scrambled back to his feet. He found himself facing a giant of a man. His antagonist stood several inches taller than Trillian and looked like he weighed at least 250 pounds. He wore a thick fur coat that had daggers bristling from all over it. He had not shaved in weeks and his breath stunk of raw alcohol.
"That was my ale you spilled, you clumsy oaf. Ain't you got enough sense to get out of the door?"
"I'm sorry, sir, it was not intentional" said Trillian, attempting to mollify the angry customer. "I'll buy you another."
The big man snorted. "You will go grab it yourself. I ain't waiting for this piece of crap," he gestured towards the serving girl, " to finish cleaning up your mess."
Her cheeks red, the girl stood and said, "Ah, leave the kid alone, Fergus. I'll get your ale."
Without warning Fergus backhanded her. The blow sent her staggering several steps before she collapsed to the floor. "Don't talk back to me, woman!" he roared. Before he could say anything else Trillian swung into action.
Acting as Toymo Cre had shown him he spun low and swept the big man's feet out from under him. As the startled Fergus crashed to the floor Trillian somersaulted forward to drop the heel of his foot under Fergus' chin. The blows rocked the big man to the verge of consciousness. Without pausing to examine his handiwork Trillian ran to the side of the serving girl to inquire as to her well being. Before he had formed the first word she screamed in terror. Before he could react a heavy blow landed on the back of his neck, knocking him across the prone girl and into another table. He caught the flash of a candle disappearing over the far side of the table and then reacted to his momentum.
True to his training he rolled with the force of the blow and spun to his feet facing his attacker. He recognized the faces of two of the men who had been seated at the table with Fergus and then they were on him. They attacked without any particular skill but with a savage force that made their attacks very effective. Trillian deflected several of their punches and retaliated where he could but he was outnumbered and they had a clear strength advantage. Only his speed and training kept him from being overwhelmed in the first few moments.
Then Fergus rejoined the fray with a roar and Trillian grew desperate. He ducked one wild punch but took the next one in the stomach with a force that threatened to take his breath away. The blow knocked him back over another table and then he was on his feet and swinging the stool he had somehow come up with at the nearest hostile face he had seen.
Unfortunately he hit a patron who had until that point only been watching the fight. Instantly he found himself under attack from yet another direction. At that moment the door swung open and someone new entered although it was not clear to Trillian who it was. The odd thought hit him that if he entered a tavern and saw a fight taking place he would probably just leave again and then he was knocked down yet again. This time he scrambled under a table and tried to create some space to figure out a strategy to escape this situation.
At that moment someone shouted, "Fire!" and the tavern erupted into even more confusion. People scrambled over each other trying to get out of the tavern before the rapidly spreading flames could trap them. Several times Trillian tried to scramble out from under the table but the stampeding feet were too dangerous and he was driven back time and again.
Suddenly he felt hands grab his ankles and start pulling him towards the wall. he scrabbled madly for purchase but the hands had too much strength. "Relax" scratched a voice. "We are getting you out of danger."
He found himself pulled into and then through the wall. To his surprise there was a little tunnel slanting down. In the dark he could not see his rescuers and for brief moments panic threatened to overcome him. Then the toll of the fight rendered him mercifully unconscious.