TiredFingers
Spraying far'n'wide
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"The Dead Raven"
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Henry noticed the gradual but significant lowering of the din of the pub patrons before he noticed the small group of people who had entered the establishment and unwittingly caused the calming of the normally raucous crowd. It took a moment for all eyes to turn to the seven people standing just inside the door, but ultimately all attention was upon them. Women and children unaccompanied by male escorts simply did not enter The Dead Raven. Ever!
As the eyes of most of the small group surveyed the tavern and its occupants with expressions of concern or even fear, one of the group's members gestured toward an unoccupied table on the wall not far from the corner in which Henry sat. With hesitation, they all moved that direction; the patrons of The Dead Raven slowly returned to their drinking, laughing, and -- for those fortunate enough to have a wench at their side or in their lap -- groping and other such physical pleasures. The newcomers were not forgotten, though; while less obvious, there were still a great interest in them amongst the mostly male and mostly ill-thinking patronage of the tavern.
As the others in the group settled upon the two bench seats flanking the table, the member who had led them to the table pulled back the hood of a rain soaked cloak to reveal herself as a strikingly beautiful woman in perhaps her mid-thirties. Henry studied her as she herself surveyed the establishment. Soon enough, she made eye contact with Henry. They stared at one another for a moment before she turned away.
Did she recognize me? he wondered. The patrons of The Dead Raven didn't know Henry for Adam, but elsewhere in the Kingdom, his face -- and sometimes his name -- had been well known to many.
Little by little, the others in the group pulled back hoods or shed cloaks entirely as they settled around the table. Henry studied each of them for a moment: in addition to the older, still-standing woman, there was a young female perhaps 20 years of age; a young man of a similar age; a boy and girl who looked to be barely into double digit ages; and a girl whose age was certainly countable on one hand alone.
And the seventh of the group? Henry knew this person was female by her movement and build, and he suspected that she was young after getting the briefest of glimpses at the face that was otherwise still hidden beneath the oversized hood of her cloak. It didn't take a genius to imagine that she was concealing her identity intentionally. Why? Henry thought to himself. Who are you, and more importantly, why do you wish us not to know who you are?
Henry looked about the tavern and found a number of others looking to the woman as well. The patrons of The Dead Raven were often the most retched of individuals: thieves, murderers, rapists, slavers, assassins, mercenaries, and traitors. At various times in his life, Henry himself had fallen into each of these categories of lowlifes. And what about today? Today he was none of those things; today, he was just a man sitting in a tavern drinking, eating, and staying warm.
Little did he know that that was all going to change soon … and in a very dramatic, very unexpected way.
Henry spent a few minutes studying both the group of newcomers and the patrons whose interest in them was continuing and even intensifying. The Innkeeper eventually came to the group's table and engaged the eldest of the women in a conversation. What began as a polite inquiry into what they wanted in food and drink very quickly became a heated confrontation when it became obvious that the group had no coin with which to pay for what they'd ordered.
"If you can't pay, you can't stay," the Innkeeper said in a low voice, trying to be both firm and sympathetic at the same time. His gaze shifted between the woman of 30 or so and the woman of 20 or so before he told the former in a soft tone, "There are ways the pair of you can earn coin in a place like this, of course."
Then he looked to the young male and added, "Him, too. I know of at least one patron who'd like him just fine."
Henry couldn't hear the older woman's response, but he could see in the Innkeeper's face that it had been a negative one. The man once again made it clear that without coin, the group would have to leave. Suddenly, though, the younger woman said firmly, "I'll do it. If it will gain enough coin to feed us all … dinner and breakfast ... and a room for the night."
The Innkeeper laughed aloud, responding, "There ain't no slit worth that, even one 'tween the thighs of a pretty thing like you, Missy."
A trio of rough looking men who'd been eyeing the table's occupants interjected themselves into the conversation. They jingled coins out onto their own table and began haggling with the Innkeeper -- not with the newcomers -- over how much it would cost for all three of them to have the night with both the 20-something and the 30-something. One of the men added with an evil smile, "And the boy, too."
The clattering sound of another handful of coins changed the conversation in an instant, though. The Innkeeper looked to the silver Henry had dropped onto the table at which the newcomers sat, then to Henry himself. The proprietor's lips spread in a smirk as he quipped, "Looks like we have a new bidder."
"Feed these people," Henry said with a firm tone, adding, "And get them a room, one with a fireplace and bath. You have a vacancy, yes?"
The Innkeeper didn't immediately respond; his attention was shifting between Henry and the three men whose anger at being cut off by the stranger was beginning to appear threatening. When pressed by Henry again, though, he answered with a tone of rising concern, "Yes, m'lord. The one next to your room is empty. I'll have my girl make it ready."
Henry looked to the mysterious woman who was now peeking out from under her cloak's hood at him. They stared at one another for a moment before she turned her head to again hide her seemingly young and pretty face. Henry looked to the older woman, then to the other.
"My new friend and I will take a large platter of food and dessert, a flagon of ale, and two cups in my room," he said, speaking to the Innkeeper even while he was looking to and offering out a hand out toward the pretty thing who had offered up her body to feed and house the others for a day. Then to her Henry asked, "M'lady?"
Before she could respond in any way, though, the three men had risen to their feet, pushed the Innkeeper out of the way, and stepped up threateningly close to Henry. The one who had been doing most of the talking earlier growled, "You're not going anywhere when our women, asshole. Why don't you just go back to your table and--"
The man words instantly shifted to gurgles, though, when in a flash Henry's hand caught him in the Adams Apple with great quickness and force. As the man was stumbling backward, grasping at his throat, Henry pulled a short sword from under his own long cloak and put the tip of it to a second man's throat as the third man simply stared with wide eyes at the sudden turn of events.
"You can either die here and now," Henry said with a quiet but firm tone, "Or you can sit back down at your table … to drink and eat and forget you ever saw these people."
Without looking behind him to the group's table, Henry reached back to find one of the smaller silver coins upon it. He offered it out between two pinching fingers to the man whose neck was ever so slightly bleeding from the sharp point pressing into its flesh. He added, "I'll even pay."
The man hesitated but eventually raised a hand slowly to gingerly take the offered coin. He asked softly, "What people?"
Henry pulled the sword's tip away from the man's neck, then lowered the weapon to his side. Glancing to the first man he'd attacked, Henry found the gurgling had stopped and the man had gone quiet; the injury to his neck bones had likely cut into his neck's vessels, flooding his lungs with blood and drowning him.
"Take your friend outside," Henry told the second man, who was checking his own neck, finding nothing more than a few drops of blood. Before turning back to the group at the table, Henry told the man, "Dispose of him in whatever fashion you feel fit."
Looking down to the women at the table, Henry again offered a hand out to the 20-something. "Shall we, m'lady?"