Same as before, WP forest
Shadowviking wrote:...And walked straight into a wall.
"Ow!" he cried, than promptly shut his mouth. Had anyone heard him?
" 'Ey, Nigel, wot wuzzat?" "I dunno, come on and check it out!"
Mavvith grimaced. Yup, they'd heard him. "Aw, bricks."
he thought. He heard them walking towards him, but couldn't pinpoint their location.
"Well, look 'oo it is, Nigel! That fellar we robbed earlier!"
Mavvith winced, then said: " 'Ere, what are you on about, robbin a fellow Packwolf!"
"Hah, didja 'ear that, Nigel? 'E thinks we're Wolfpack! Ha!"
Puzzled, Mavvith turned. They weren't Wolfpack! They looked like... Forestmen?
Seeing his confused look, the first one said: "Wot, ain'tchoo ever heard of the Dark Forestmen?"
"Well..." this time it was Nigel who spoke. "I s'pose you'll be wantin' revenge, Eh?"
"I'd prefer that you returned to me what you took, if you'd please." Mavvith replied icily.
"Hoho!" the guards laughed. "If we please, he says!"
Turning to Mavvith, the first guard said "And just why would we 'please' to give back such a fine sword 'n' shield, let alone an 'ealthy amount of gold?"
Mavvith clenched his fist.
Nigel nudged him. "Ey, 'Orace! I think 'es gettin' mad! Mebbe 'eel try to take us all on! They laughed again.
Once again, Mavvith clenched his fist, and this time, Horace tried to calm him, saying: "Ye'd be foolish to try, we're twunny-five stroung, not a'countin' ourselves or our boss. Ye'd be wasted." It worked in reverse, however, and Mavvith tensed his muscles and prepared to lunge for the man's throat.
Seeing or guessing his intent, Nigel said hurriedly: " 'Ey, wot say we take you to Willam? Er, he's our boss, he might let you go!"
Horace replied, "Aye, Willam'll know what to do with'im! Won't be our problem anymore." Without waiting for a response, they grabbed Mavvith and dragged him off.