--- The mob ---<br/><br/>Herald the biggest man of the entire mob had been leading the enraged people so far. They did not take kindly to strangers, especially not those roaming the woods in midwinter, when there was nothing to earn nor get from the people that lived peacefully in Arebion. With a snarl on his face and his muscles rolling of the heavy weight of the torch and hammer he was carrying he turned on his heels. The fire behind him made him look like a silhouette out of hell, the screams and shocked shouts of women all over the village only fuelling his hatred out of fear of the unknown. His fiery stare looked upon the small figure ontop of the horse, not any larger then a child, but with a mocking voice that suited an adult.<br/><br/>Without any further hesitation, he threw his arm holding the torch forwards and shouted with a bellowing loud voice from his throat.<br/><br/>''Thairrr isz one! Kill it! It only looks for trouble and spreads disease!''<br/><br/>One of the men next to him said with a voice just loud enough to over stem the Aye's and yessirs in the group.<br/><br/>''But what if it does us no harm? He could just be a lost traveller Herald...''<br/><br/>Herald snarled with a wicked grin on his blood-thristy face, and before the whimpering man next to him could make he move, the smith had punched him square against his jaw, making him fly up from the muddy ground, and fall flat on the swamp-like floor. The brute then followed his way towards the hooded creature on the horse, his steps slow and muddy, but making a steady progress nonetheless. The whole group of yelling and swearing men around him cheered at the violence that the brutal idiot showed to the ever so bored villagers.<br/><i><br/>
Finally some excitement in this place.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>