Barfight with the Jester's Blade

We were enjoying ourselves at our favourite bar. Chatting, drinking and enjoying some music. Cornelius had defeated a stuck-up nobleman who had stormed off angrily after his hasty loss. I was keeping my drinking up, trying to soothe the pain which continued to surge in my left hand.
 
A local gangster by the name of Sham had entered, along with six of his goons. He was wanted, the leader of the Jester's Blade. They'd confronted the fellow Arbite, Steiner. Of course, things only escalated from there, after he'd winked to me from across the bar. Drawing our weapons simultaneously, although I'd like to say I wasn't as fast as I usually would be. Still, we had the element of surprise and the rest of us had entered the fight, while surrounded at the bar. Crastus had delivered a mighty blow to one, while I put a devastating flurry of shots into two seperate goons, shattering the knee joint of one of them. In all the fire and fury, Sham and Steiner were going hand to hand.
 
The Arbite managed to capture him by the end of it, with the help of his female friend Theodora, who continued to put a quick shot into the 'resisting' Sham. Vann, the barkeep, peered out from behind the bar. Only a few of his drinks had been shot up. We captured one of the gangsters, thinking he'd be of some use to tell us exactly why they decided to attack us in the midst of day at a bar. Obviously, it hadn't turned out well for them.