| "They were skinned! All of them!" Another crowd had formed with the Kunckle-head Tavern. In the centre of the group, two men sat in chairs, taking swigs from their tankards. "The entire farmhouse was empty! But heres the real scary part." The man next to him smirked, he knew the story, as he had already been told by his friend, and didn't believe a word of it, so he was finding the whole story, and reaction amusing. "All six of'em. Skinned, and hagning upsde down from the barn's rafters! Not a drop of blood..." The crowd seemed to gasp in awe, and Terran had to take another dip swig of his ale to avoid laughing at the notion of it all. A dull hush came over the tavern, no one talking, or not caring, a lone figure emerging at the base of the stairs.
Gheve had calmed down after a few hours of rest. By now, everbody had forgotten about him, and no longer cared about the once panicked gnome. Gheve heard the last portian of the story, and saw Terran having to drown himself without laughing. Something inside of th gnome screamed, and he went running across the run, wrapping his hands around the drunk's throat! "It's not just some story! It happened! IT did those things!" Some of the men had come behind the frenzied gnome, and pulled him off Terran. Gheve was flailing wildly, trying to break free of the strong men's grip. The attention of the room now fell on the gnome. Few recognized him, but all thought he was crazy. After a moment, he calmed. His body went limp in the men's grip, and his head drooped.
"I'll take care o' him fer ya." Kara stepped forward, and took the Gheve by the shoulder, the two men letting go of him reluctantly. She knelt down to face Gheve. "Now. Yer gonna have t'keep your temper down. We can't be breaking up every little scuffel you have in here, even on the word of Anduin." She smiled brightly, and led him towards the bar, and poured him a mug of ale. gheve just stared at it, his face sullen and depressed. Kara knew all to well what he must be going through. She took pity on him.  |