Skarsi watches the jumped-up cretan march into the bar looking like he owned the place, and talking at Doc like he was a servant.
"Hey Turkey!" The corsair looks at him with an annoyed look on his face. "Yeah, im talking to you. you jumped up twerp."
Skarsi gets up, and marches over to the corsair.
"I dont much apreciate your tone, your manner or your poor dress sense. While in this place, you will respect Doc..." A 'chhnk' is heard as twin blades unsheath themselves from Skarsi's gauntlets. "or i will have to remove you from the premises. capiche?"
Skarsi flexes his considerable muscles to emphasise his point.
"Sorry about the blades Doc, but someone needs to be ready. I'll have some of the crew come over and help your guards."