Alcinder roughly pushed spectators to the side as he quickly made his way to his daughter's side. He fell to his knees, clutching his daughter in his arms. He glared accusingly at the T'Skrang who was slowly getting to his feet.<br/>"By the Passions, I should wring your neck for this!"<br/>Keliek't gave him a somber look.<br/>"One can shelter one's hatchlings from all the worlds perils and pains, but you will end up doing them a great disfavor. Besides, that one is less hurt than it seems."<br/>Bishon, the huge innkeep and Ari's father, separated Xhol and Brenden, grabing the young T'Skrang by his neck in a vice like grip and pushing the human to the ground with a mighty shove.<br/>"Minstrel, are you hurt?" he asked, ignoring Xhol squirming in his grip.<br/>"Only my pride," the old T'Skrang replied with a grin.<br/>"I think not," someone in the crowd said, pointing at the blood running down his trousers.<br/>"Oh my," the bard said with suprise, "I think the pig might have gored me."<br/>"I knew that pig could be dangerous!" Bishon almost shouted, clearly very angry. "I told you to keep it in line or we would have to put it down!" He pointed an accusing finger at Gara.