Primal Courtesy
"Would someone remove this lump of walking lard from my face? Or
do I have to do it myself?"
The whole inn quietened down till one could hear the faint sound from
a needle dropping, loud as a dragon's roar. Each individual watched in
anticipation of yet another tavern brawl.
"What did you just called me?" Snarled the ogre.
Silence.
"What did you...." Roared the ogre and after those three
words, dropped his weapon. Both hands to his throat, the ogre held on
as if some invisible grip is around his neck.
The ogre dropped to his knees heavily as you move yourself aside and
walk past the choking creature as if nothing has happened. Then there
was a loud thud onto the ground.
You turned around, glance at the corpse and faced back to the general
crowd of the inn and said, "Sorry to disappoint everyone, but I'm
not in a mood for brawls today."
The people in the inn began to leave hastily, keeping a watchful eye
on you as they manuvere themselves cautiously pass the tables and
benches to the exit. When all has departed, there left none but one
single figure clad in black robes sitting a an obscure corner of the
inn.
"Impressive.. Very impressive indeed, Primal Lord", said the
figure as it moves towards you and your elfin
partner.
You stare straight into the eyes of the ogre and words begin to form
in your head and exit with great superiorty from your mouth, against
your very will.
