Miri, Kol, Summer, and Zuldarr:
It is a misty, foggy day on the streets of Waterdeep.  Quite normal for early spring.  It makes for rough going on the roads as three weary travelers and one native guide enter the Yawning Portal.  You are all seated at a table very close to the namesake entrance to Undermountain, famed dungeon under Waterdeep.  The 40 foot diameter hole seems rather intimidating but doesn't distract from your food and drink, which is quite good.  You notice the next table over has a tiefling and a human seated there, although the human's appearance is a little unsettling.

Boo and Mercy:
Typical muddy, foggy miserable spring day.  You can't believe you're in the Yawning Portal based off of the rumor of a job.  The place is such a tourist-trap.  And they actually sat you next to the pit.  You haggle down the  price to more reasonable levels, and are just starting to eat when the table next to you fills up with a motley collection, a firbolg, a cat-person, a barbarian and a dragon born whom you might have seen around these parts before.

All:

You are sitting around sturdy wooden tables lit by brightly burning candles and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards. The sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs nearly drown out the off-key strumming of a young bard three tables over.

Then all the noise is eclipsed by a shout: “Ya pig! Like killin’ me mates, does ya?” Then a seven-foot-tall half-orc is hit by a wild, swinging punch from a male human whose shaved head is covered with eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand behind him, ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the tattooed figure — but before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl. What do you do?

Miri stands up, hoping her 7'5" height will let her see above the crowd.  Surely the half-orc can take care of herself against the smaller human, she thought.  She'd never seen a true bar brawl before and she didn't want to miss any of the action.  Raising up on her tiptoes, she tries to see. Her eyes still on the crowd, Miri leans down to her table of companions.  "I've never seen a bar fight before," she said.  "Do we just watch?"

Just starting to eat when the table next to you fills up with a motley collection, a firbolg, a cat-person, a barbarian and a dragon born whom you might have seen around these parts before.

Boo feeling more than a little intimated by the sights and sounds of the busy tavern and its various patrons shyly gives the hood of her homemade rat-skin cloak a slight tug bringing it closer around her face to keep her scars hidden from casual view as she hunkers down in her chair. Her eyes, large as saucers dart about as she sneaks-a-peek at the group sitting down at the table next to the pair before turning her head to look at Mercy speaking in a hushed tone, "are you sure this a good idea? I mean who's going to want to hire two little gutter-snips like us anyway?"

Boo as she speaks pulls her backpack around in front of her remaining seated in place, wearing it backward before proceeding to pick up one of the small grilled rat-skewers from her plate sniffing the heady aroma of heavy Goblin spices, licking her lips in anticipation before shoving it towards the open gap of her backpack, a small human hand  partially emerges from inside the pack snatching the cooked rat carcass pulling it into the pack and disappears from view as Boo whispers something that sounds like, "put it in the sack with the dried jerky strips for later."

Picking up the large wooden spoon next to her plate, Boo pulls it all closer to the edge of the table moving her head down closer and proceeds to use the spoon to shovel the Goblin style red beans and rice into her open mouth, looking up at Mercy talking with her mouth full, "oh my," she gives a low moan of pleasure, "this is so good, I just love Goblin cooking, all the wonderful spices they use don't you?"

The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the tattooed figure — but before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl. What do you do?

Boo reacts instinctively looking about, eyes-wide to assure herself she knows exactly where the nearest exit is located, her spoon still in hand she picks up her half-eaten plate of food with both hands on either side lifting it up as her body slides down from her chair to the floor under the table and continues eating there as she tries to watch the brawl from a safer spot but with the crowd massing is content to just listen to the shouts and jeers of crowd as she calls out to Mercy, "I got a spare copper coin... I'll be betting it on the half-orc female there if you want to take the tattooed figure?"

Zuldarr glances up at the Firbolg, "Most of the time it is just safer to watch. These fights tend to sort themselves out eventually. Only get involved if ya really feel inclined to join or if someone else decided they wanna pick a fight with ya." His blue eyes scan the rest of the room place taking the different sights and tries to familiarize himself with the layout. His gaze lingers on the table next to his where the Tiefling and Human are sitting thinking he might have seen them around before. (Intelligence check, if needed: 12)

Summer sits, knelt forward, busily nibbling on a fried fish held daintily by both his handpaws, using his claws in lieu of utensil.

At the clatter from the gambling party, he sits up straight, his ears perking up; eyes widening with excitement. He drops the fish onto his plate, hastily licking grease from each of his fingers. He scoops up his sheathed longsword from where it had been leaned on the side of the table. Eagerly, he straps it to his back, fumbling with the buckle a moment. 

Once it was in place, he takes his lute by the neck, and rushes off, ducking and weaving between the tavern-goers, until he stands before the rowdy group.

He spreads his arms wide, back straight, shoulders out; bright, naïve eyes shining bright, and announces in a loud, musical exclamation: 

"No! Rowdy goers of this fair taproom! Do not fight! We are all friends here, please! Calm your - your anger!" 

His tone fumbles at the end as he actually sees the seven-foot-tall orc wrestling with the human.

His ears and whiskers slowly droop down, and his posture stoops.

Miri watches in surprise as Summer hops up from the table.  Her eyes are constantly shifting around, taking in all the sights and sounds.  It's a bit overwhelming.  She looks at Zuldarr.  "I do not wish to get involved, I am merely curious to see who prevails."  She looks around the room again.  "There are so many people," she says wonderingly.

Boo  giggling with anticipation from her spot sitting crosslegged under the table still shoveling beans and rice into her mouth trying to watch the two would be combatants as they become somewhat obscured by the growing crowd... her eyes light up with wonder and delight at the sight of the pretty kitty-person with a lute facing down (or trying to) the crowd as she waits and watches for a stray tomato or some other rotten fruit to be hurled at the poor well-meaning beastie's head... as is from Boo's limited experience with such matters tends to commonly occur when someone tries to break up a brawl, especially a brawl where wagers are being placed on the outcome...

The human with the tattoos is quickly knocked out by the half-orc.  Her victory is short-lived as the four companions of the man make short work of her, knocking her unconscious.

The man behind the bar, whom locals recognize as Durnan, proprietor of the Portal, shouts "Out!" and points to the door.  The four tattooed companions grab the unconscious man's body and drag him outside.

The crowd begins dispersing, while the half-orc lies unmoving.

Miri watches, enthralled, as the fight ends and the human men leave.  She waits to see if anyone is going to help the unconscious half-orc, particularly the man who seems to be in charge.  She leans down to her companions.  "Are they going to let her just lay there until she wakes up?" she asks.

Boo's heart cries out at the sight of the prone unmoving half-orc and rushes out from her hiding spot under the table to check on her! Boo runs her hands over the unconscious half-orc as her eyes examine her Medicine 16 to determine the extent and seriousness of her condition and injuries.

If the half-orc's life is in peril then Boo will cast Spare the Dying to attempt to stabilize her as or if needed. Likewise if the half-orc has sustained damage, injured, or in pain then Boo will seek help her by casting Cure Wounds 9 staying near her side until she starts to come around and regain consciousness.

Miri's eyes widen as she watches a small scrap of a thing scurry out from under a nearby table and over to the unconscious woman.  She nods to her companions, gets up, and approaches the pair quietly, not wanting to startle the little one.  She leans over them, her tall furry frame casting a slight shadow, and whispers softly.  "Is she ok?  Is she your friend? Do you need help?"

Summer watched the half-orc get taken down, wide-eyed and a bit slack-jawed, his would-be heroic poise evaporated. As Boo rushes up to the unconscious orc, and as Miri steps up, he toes up to the orc, bending down.

"Whoa..." he mutters, his tail flicking behind him, and echoes the firbolg's sentiment: "Yeah, is she alright?" 

Miri... leans over them, her tall furry frame casting a slight shadow, and whispers softly.  "Is she ok?  Is she your friend? Do you need help?"

Boo looks up at the rather tall stranger leaning over her and shyly scoots out the way a bit as she continues her examination of the half-orc and in a nervous stammering voice responds, "um I think I have seen her around but she's not a friend, I mean we never actually met or talked. My friend is other there," Boo raising a hand and pointing a finger at a nearby Tiefling female, "that's my friend, Mercy, we came here hoping to find work or a job."

Summer... "Whoa..." he mutters, his tail flicking behind him, and echoes the Firbolg's sentiment: "Yeah, is she alright?" 

Starting to feel more claustrophobic Boo tries hard not let herself be distracted and turns her attention back to half-orc, focusing on the task at hand unable to answer just how she is just yet to respond properly to that question.

Miri turns to look as Boo points at Mercy and smiles at her briefly before looking back at Boo.  Miri knows her size can be intimidating, so she is careful to speak softly and move slowly around Boo, sensing her nervousness.  "I am Miri and I am also looking for work.  Perhaps you and your friend can join us," Miri says as she gestures to Summer and back at the table with her other companions.  "When you are done helping this woman, of course.  It's very kind of you to help someone in need."

Boo looks up at Miri with an embarrassed smile before she brings her hand to cover her mouth self-consciously, "thank you, that is most kind... I am sure Mercy would enjoy the company... just give me a moment or two to ensure this one will be alright..."

Zuldarr gets up and walks over to the small gathering around the Half-Orc. "It might be wise to get them up off the floor and either prop them up in a corner somewhere or take them outside."

The half-orc has been barely beaten.  After some time you are able to determine that she is unconscious, but would likely wake in a few hours.  The cracked ribs have you concerned so you cast cure wounds.

The half-orc awakes.  "Unh... google-eyed bastards, afraid of a fair fight... My name is Yagra, Yagra Stonefist thanks for the assist.... Sorry I didn't catch your name?"

Perception checks, DC 20

Perception: 18

Perception: 10