Benjamin’s head was awhirl after interacting with the
ghoulish little beasts that passed for children in this town. They are going to
execute someone for being desperate to care for his family with no hope left
for his own chances and kill 2 people who may have stolen a boat although he
rather doubted they had done anything. Spotting Serceese ahead he rushed over.
“Make a muscle for me!” Serceese squealed kneading the bicep of the brawny
blacksmith. “Oooh, very nice, now you” she turned her attention to another
beefy young man under her other hand. Benjamin stopped, looked at her flushed
face and left to find Tragonothor and Pixie. After several more minutes he was
directed to the Red Jackal Inn.
Opening the front door he turned to his left
and entered the taproom.
The other patrons and the innkeeper were warily
watching Tragonothor and Pixie. “Crud I wonder what they did now” Benjamin said to
himself. With a shrug he headed over “Do you know they are going to kill three
people tonight?” “No, no little Ben they are going to execute them” Tragonothor
pronounced the word with exaggerated care. “Ummm, that means kill.”
“Tragonothor know that Ben Ben but it is okay because it is the law” the big
man spoke with conviction. “And you are okay with this as well?” Benjamin asked
Pixie in turn. “If Tragonothor is okay with it then so am I after all true love
is guiding him” Benjamin mentally shuddered at her sincerity. “One of the men
is sick and has volunteered to be killed so the town will provide for his family;
does that sound like the law?” Benjamin had turned back to Tragonothor
determined to do all he could to stop this. “Who is telling Tragonothor’s
little man these things?” He asked gently tilting the halfling’s head back with
his enormous hand. The whole room tensed up and waited in terror for what they
were sure would follow. “Why are all these people afraid of you Tragonothor?”
Benjamin asked noticing this reaction. “Hee Hee whoops my bad” a giggling Pixie
said. “Tragonothor and I were asking if anyone was a mage and this guy said he
was. He said he had an elephant in his pocket and was going to show its trunk.
He was lying and when I realized that I head butted him but missed his forehead
and broke his nose.” The girl wrinkled her nose up “He started to bleed and Tragonothor
knowing how hard bloodstains are to get out of the carpet yelled Blood! Grabbed
the guy and ran outside with him and now no one wants to talk to us.”
Benjamin stared at Pixie realizing she was both sad and
confused as to why the ordinary folk would be frightened of two people capable
of such casual violence. “You not answer Tragonothor Ben Ben” The barbarian
reminded him in a firm voice. Turning his attention back to Tragonothor
Benjamin replied “Some boys I met by the river they told me a lot of things
going on in Glimmerdale that are scary.” “Good for you making friends your own
age it must be hard traveling with grown ups and no other kids.” Pixie was
smiling sweetly at him as she patted his check and ruffled his hair. Benjamin
was momentarily lost as he realized just how attractive Pixie was and she that
she smelled like a summer day. Benjamin pulled back with a start he was not
going to be attracted to her ever. “Time lady and gentlemen we’re closing early
to head over to the beheading grounds.” The innkeeper announced. With some
grumbling the men in the tavern edged to the far end of the bar to settle their
tabs while staying away from Pixie and Tragonothor. “You folks should head over
soon too otherwise you won’t be able to see particularly your companion”
Simmons said pointing to Ben with his chin. “Tragonothor not think beheadings
appropriate for little men.” He picked up the halfling and put him on his hip.
Simmons looked puzzled first at the barbarian and then at the halfling raising
one eyebrow. “I should think he could decide himself but if you will feel
better there is going to be some educational stuff for kids during the pre-show
and kids love that singing druid group
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