The woman's face darkens. "You should stay away from them. They're nasty folks. They think that just 'cause they survived the war when so many didn't, it makes them better than the rest of us. They do whatever they want, and no one stops them. Not the mayor, not anyone. You stay away from them."
"Thank you, mam. *Has thoughtful expression* Is there any thing I can help you with, while I wait for someone?"
She nods to the girl. "You can help Molle with the dishes."
Llewnar picks the squealing, scratching goblin up by the scruff and shakes him until Llewnar's sack of money and a few familiar objects fall from his jerkin. He swipes the sack off the floor and counts out the total he owed Mirche, gives it to the shop keeper and then strides towards the shop door.
Llewnar can feel Anders's and Mirche's eyes on him as he leaves. "Have a nice day," murmurs Mirche, as coins clink into his hands.
Llewnar beckons Gruntil to follow him as he walks out the door and down the street.
She nods to the girl. "You can help Molle with the dishes."
"Yes mam." *Walks over* "Molle, what do you want me to do?"
"You can rinse and dry. I'll scrub." They begin to work. After a couple minutes, Molle says, under her breath so that only the two of them can hear, "Did Eda tell you to ask Ma about the Hand?"
Llewnar can feel Anders's and Mirche's eyes on him as he leaves. "Have a nice day," murmurs Mirche, as coins clink into his hands.
Llewnar beckons Gruntil to follow him as he walks out the door and down the street.
Gruntil obeys, looking a picture of guilt after what had just happened. He reaches his boss and gestures to a sleepy looking farmer sitting on the front of an old cart.
"Yar two ready to go?" says the farmer, nodding at the back of the cart."This 'ere goblin of your says you wanna go to your inn." Llewnar gives the goblin a pat on the head. "Ahh, I hope we didn't keep you waiting. A ride home would be just what we be needing."
"Yes mam." *Walks over* "Molle, what do you want me to do?"
"You can rinse and dry. I'll scrub." They begin to work. After a couple minutes, Molle says, under her breath so that only the two of them can hear, "Did Eda tell you to ask Ma about the Hand?"
*Keeps looking at work, and responds in a low voice* "And what if it was?"
"You can rinse and dry. I'll scrub." They begin to work. After a couple minutes, Molle says, under her breath so that only the two of them can hear, "Did Eda tell you to ask Ma about the Hand?"
*Keeps looking at work, and responds in a low voice* "And what if it was?"
"The thing is, Eda and Ma both have a hard time talkin' about it, only Eda don't want to admit that." Molle sighs. "About a year ago, durin' the war, this foreign army came through, called the Zweihanders. They took everyone that was willin' an' able to help fight the Xains. Some came back, started callin' themselves the Hand. Some didn't. My Da was one of those. The Hand ain't been nice to the families of the ones that didn't survive, but they ain't monsters neither. They're just bored soldiers."
Llewnar beckons Gruntil to follow him as he walks out the door and down the street.
Gruntil obeys, looking a picture of guilt after what had just happened. He reaches his boss and gestures to a sleepy looking farmer sitting on the front of an old cart.
"Yar two ready to go?" says the farmer, nodding at the back of the cart."This 'ere goblin of your says you wanna go to your inn." Llewnar gives the goblin a pat on the head. "Ahh, I hope we didn't keep you waiting. A ride home would be just what we be needing."
OOC: I'll let you keep rolling with this then as long as you'd like.
*Keeps looking at work, and responds in a low voice* "And what if it was?"
"The thing is, Eda and Ma both have a hard time talkin' about it, only Eda don't want to admit that." Molle sighs. "About a year ago, durin' the war, this foreign army came through, called the Zweihanders. They took everyone that was willin' an' able to help fight the Xains. Some came back, started callin' themselves the Hand. Some didn't. My Da was one of those. The Hand ain't been nice to the families of the ones that didn't survive, but they ain't monsters neither. They're just bored soldiers."
"Bored? Then they need something to do." *Turns and looks at Molle* "Do they have a leader?"
Llewnar beckons Gruntil to follow him as he walks out the door and down the street.
Gruntil obeys, looking a picture of guilt after what had just happened. He reaches his boss and gestures to a sleepy looking farmer sitting on the front of an old cart.
"Yar two ready to go?" says the farmer, nodding at the back of the cart."This 'ere goblin of your says you wanna go to your inn." Llewnar gives the goblin a pat on the head. "Ahh, I hope we didn't keep you waiting. A ride home would be just what we be needing."
Llewnar and Gruntil climb on the back of the cart, as it began to move off. They get to the inn and both hop off.
Llewnar puts out his hand for a signal of thanks as they make their way inside.
"The thing is, Eda and Ma both have a hard time talkin' about it, only Eda don't want to admit that." Molle sighs. "About a year ago, durin' the war, this foreign army came through, called the Zweihanders. They took everyone that was willin' an' able to help fight the Xains. Some came back, started callin' themselves the Hand. Some didn't. My Da was one of those. The Hand ain't been nice to the families of the ones that didn't survive, but they ain't monsters neither. They're just bored soldiers."
"Bored? Then they need something to do." *Turns and looks at Molle* "Do they have a leader?"
Molle shrugs. "I think so, a man called Dalibor Fist."
Gruntil obeys, looking a picture of guilt after what had just happened. He reaches his boss and gestures to a sleepy looking farmer sitting on the front of an old cart.
"Yar two ready to go?" says the farmer, nodding at the back of the cart."This 'ere goblin of your says you wanna go to your inn." Llewnar gives the goblin a pat on the head. "Ahh, I hope we didn't keep you waiting. A ride home would be just what we be needing."
Llewnar and Gruntil climb on the back of the cart, as it began to move off. They get to the inn and both hop off.
Llewnar puts out his hand for a signal of thanks as they make their way inside.
The tavern is emptier now than when Llewnar was there earlier. A man and a woman, whom Llewnar vaguely recalls having seen while he was in earlier, are the only customers present, and even they are now leaving their table. A young woman, who, judging by her outfit, woks at the tavern, is entering the kitchen.
Llewnar and Gruntil climb on the back of the cart, as it began to move off. They get to the inn and both hop off.
Llewnar puts out his hand for a signal of thanks as they make their way inside.
The tavern is emptier now than when Llewnar was there earlier. A man and a woman, whom Llewnar vaguely recalls having seen while he was in earlier, are the only customers present, and even they are now leaving their table. A young woman, who, judging by her outfit, woks at the tavern, is entering the kitchen.
Llewnar takes a look around for Randel, the man he'd been speaking to earlier.
