Utterly Mad

Seb rushed back inside as the heated argument reached a breaking point upon his ears, only to witness a...gentleman of sorts soundly beating his much larger (and clearly drunk by the smell) assailants into submission, along with Mrs. Margaret's trademark conflict resolution, much to the dismay of his sensitive hearing, as he was standing closer than he should.  He took in the aromas of the scene as the gentleman made his exit; booze, steam, and heated oil mixed with a thinning heavy anxiety and a hint of...sweet, citric joviality?

Intriguing.  A good showing in spite of the intoxicated state of the other contenders.  It reminded him of...someone he used to know.  Seb glances back and motions with his head at Irving and Zidia that he was going to follow the gloved brawler, stepping around the mayhem with deft strides as he follows the stranger out to the front lot. 

Keeping a respectable distance, arms resting at his sides, he says, "Quite a show you put on there.  Perhaps more than those blighters deserved."  He pauses, quietly sniffing the air to try to gauge the stranger's general emotional state before continuing.  "Forgive my curiosity, but you don't strike me as a local.  I'm Sebastian Trask, Deliverance Company.  What brings one like yourself to our neck of the woods?"