By the time the battle was over, the others had fled. Three corpses littered the ground, but the others were injured parties. Greech was looting the dead ones and seemed keen to continue with the dead ones. Rock, however, was availing himself of his remaining brew.

Podrick, however, was catching his breath. I should have done some sort of trick. If I had, Lord Tyrion wouldn't have turned around and been spotted...

Then he realized that his lord was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly concerned more about the Lannister's life than his own small cuts, he began to look around the tavern. "Lord Tyrion?"