By now Keliek't had put the lute away and were telling stories instead, wich he did with the same great skill as he had sung his songs. Some of the stories were humerous, some were exciting and adventurous, but they all had one thing in common: they all seemed to be about Keliek't himself.<br/>At first no one had reacted to this and just enjoyed the tales, but now some were shifting uncomfortably in their seats with embarassed or irritated looks on their faces. The villagers did not like being made fun off, and the tales had started sounding to impossible to believe.<br/>Finally, one of the farmers spoke up. It was Brenden, one of those people who always needed someone to blame for his own mistakes. He was not a very successfull farmer, and for this he blamed the T'Skrang who had bought his fishing buisness and "forced" him to become a farmer. Those who remembered could testify that he had not been a very good fisher either, however.<br/>"Five swordmasters?" he said with a loud and quarellsome voice, standing up on unsteady feet. "You dueled five swordmasters and won? You? Do you expect us to believe that?"<br/>Keliek't looked calmly at the drunk farmer while some of the people tried to get Brenden to sit down again, the general oppinion being that the T'Skrang might be telling tall tales, but they were still good tales. But Brenden would not be silenced.<br/>"Are you calling my tales untrue?" Keliek't asked.<br/>"I'll do far worse, I call you a liar! No one can win against five swordmasters at once, especially not you! I'd be suprised if you could even lift that sword of yours, I bet you couldn't even defeat five children!"<br/>Keliek't got out of his chair with such speed that he caught everyone with suprise, especially Brenden who took one step back, fearing that the T'Skrang would strike him. But Keliek't remained calm when he spoke.<br/>"I'll take that bet, but fighting children is beneath me. How about those five?"<br/>The five friends, who seemed to just be about to start a brawl of their own, suddenly realised the old T'Skrang were pointing right at them.