Quentin watches the men flee with mild annoyance on his features. "I wouldn't be lad. Nothing you did warranted this and I will get the money back. Once I take this one." The big man shakes the smaller by the throat the fight was completely out of him. "To the constabulary he will give up his friends." Considering he was a marquis he could pull such strings quite easily and no one dare tell him that hunting down the two me who had beaten some no name gobshite wasn't worth looking into. "Are you alright? I will see you to a doctor before I handle that." He looks at his captive for a moment and then let's out a sigh. "Going to need some bloody rope." He grumbles at the inconvenience.