It was a typical night as every other night in the tavern, People were coming in, the wenches were doing their business and serving the mead and ale. The barkeep was busy making sure things were going well and taking care of the bar. In the back the food was cooking and being served. It was a typical night, or would have been except this was the tavern in Dahara. Not many of the citizens knew what had happened the night before. Or what allegedly happened. The archers all claimed that they had not seen anything. They all got together after ward and made sure that they all told the same story.
In the tavern, in the farthest corner from the door and the hearth were three men. They had put out the candle on their table when they sat down to make it even darker. One of them, Garbhan, one of them was not happy about lying to the Captain. “We need to make this right, we all heard the old man, and it is as William says it is.” He looked at his friends intently.
Beisdean looked back at him with the same intensity. “NO!” he whispered harshly. “We all decided not to allow this to go any further. Plus we have lied to the Captain; He will put the lash to us all.” The third man just looked around to make sure the others were not drawing any attention.
“Look Geoff,” Beisdean continued more calmly, leaning back into his chair; “not everyone has heard of these rumors. And most people that have do not believe them, least of all me.” He looked at Garbhan a bit less intense; “Please calm down and this will all pass away.”
Garbhan looked more intent now than before; No, it won’t just pass away. I Won’t Let It!” He whispered harshly through his teeth. He got up and stormed out of the tavern his friends in tail hoping to keep him from doing something they all would regret.