"You're a pig, Trot!" Finna yelled through the closed door.  "And a coward, too!  And..." Finna spent several minutes shouting a list of his real and imagined character flaws at the building.  Eventually a shutter opened, and the contents of a chamber pot were slung out at the angry teenager.  Finna narrowly dodged the mess, shook her little fist at the building, and stormed off.<br/><br/>She'd made enough noise to wake most of the village.  The drunkards from the Magic Missile were gawking at her, as were various husbands and wives from the windows of their little cottages.  "Aesa's been taken!" she shouted dramatically.  "Trot's too scared to rescue her.  But I'm going right now!  Who's with me?"