Oh my. Your encounter was far more interesting than mine. He simply attempted to intimidate me, then bisect me with that ax of his, then failing both of those he chopped up one of the tables in Good Spirits. I poked a couple of holes in him and warded the door so he shouldn't be able to get back inside until they wash his blood from the door frame. Or unless he decides to come in one of the windows.

Volatile thing that he is. It sounds like he's got some big dreams, the scamp.