"That's the truth, innit." Jack downs the rest of his rum in a couple more gulps, tossing aside the tankard and jerking his head towards the room's exit. "Care to get a bit o' fresh air for a bit, mate? Until it settles down in here."

He could appreciate tavern brawls just as much as the next man, of course, but Jack would rather not be mixed up into whatever disagreement had spawned this whole tavern-wide fight. Besides which, Jack had a sneaking suspicion that this man might be one of those 'flawed', like himself.