my version: and darling, bring some good cheese will you? danzel pressed 1 silver into the serving girls palm and smiled warmly. will do, she replied eagerly and went about her business, soon food were served, a wheel of cheddar cheese, extra matured, 2 loaf of freshly baked bread, 3 smoked small fish, a large joint of honey roasted pork with cracking dripping fat and last but not least a round of strong ale - compliment of fat Quen. Danzel could almost smile today.
ooo nice, Karna lifted the fish by the tail was about to stuff it down her mouse when the footsteps came, heavy footstep with unmistakable sound of clattering armor. real heavy. danzel's smile faded away as a dozen soliders stopped outside the small tavern, these were no ordinary petrol, these man wore padded armor, with a layor of chain shirt, to protect the joints and a breastplate for body, and flat helm, each carried a Halberd, and dagger on the belt. the two knights wore boiled leather underneath, chain mail on top, and planks of plate weaved into the armor, they had half helms and each had a large square shield and a long sword, 3 bright tower painted on their surcoat.
damn, danzel muttered.
a middle aged man walked into the tavern flanked by the two knights, he had black dublet with dark green trimming, black breaches and high boots, he had oiled dark curls and two thin mustaches carrying a book and a scroll. his back straight and chin held high. they walked toward the counter. and the patrons parted.
better stay outta their way. danzel pulled at the arm of jack. uhh dan? yes? but they are coming right at us. danzel turned around to see, and they were already in front of them.
are you the merchant quen? uhh yes milord. the fat merchant took off his hat quickly and bowed low.
and you have one ex soilder called danzel the black cat with you?
quen looked at danzel, sweat running on his forehead, then he shrugged: yes milord, he is my hired guard.
meatloaf suddenly standed up, danzel made a grab for him but he was already standing beside the fat merchant.
stop! what we have here? well well well, a half breed eh? a abomination! the young knight looked meatloaf up and down then spat on meatloaf's foot, his hand on his sword hilt.
meatloaf? the half orc was angry, he reached for his weapon. in an instant 2 long swords were out of their sheath. then jack drew his great sword, lamour lifted his mace, halberds were lowered, danzel cursed silently and pulled his bow, the air was frozen, no one breathed, karna looked around stupidly, then shrugged and slowly took out her tiny mace too.
stay back! fiend, or i'll kill you!
gamlot, i don't think this is wise. the middle aged man was saying
no stay back milord! i'll handle these savages! sergeant, take him to safety! come on! come on you stupid fuck! i'll gut you and stick your head on the pole.
meatloaf... half orc seems lost and angry.
no meatloaf, please sir, he don't understand, he don't mean to offend. danzel pleaded. let's talk about this and we all go home alive!
you pig face! you want this? let's go!
put down that axe!
kill him! there are shouting all around them.
meatloaf getting angrier.
you son of a whore! the young knight spat.
no meatloaf! don't! danzel shouted.
meatloaf!!! half orc roared at the knights. quen covered his ears in horror and slipped under a table
ahhhh! the young knight took it as a signal and swung. then all hell broke loose.
