"I'll tell you what, the next time Lith comes to buy his bread, I'll tell him how you treated the people who saved his niece, nephews, and baby sister. I'm sure he'll be happy to know that not all Lutia is worth saving." Vexal snarled, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
"He'll save himself a lot of money by not helping you lot when the Incontinent King returns, and so will I. I can't believe I wasted my bread on a bunch of ungrateful pigs like you. You disgust me."
Zekell had been waiting for the Fastarrows ever since Leria had contacted him. He couldn't know that they had stopped at the Drinking Wolf tavern, and after not seeing them coming for a while, he had gotten worried.
Afraid that the worst had happened, Zekell had looked around Lutia for signs of a brawl, returning home when Vexal was already giving the Lutians an earful. The blacksmith had waited for his moment, but it had never come.
