The Green Dragon Inn - Part 9 - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Child of the 7th Age · 02-10-2004, 12:39 AM

Angry Brandybuck's post:

Angry sauntered down the raod on the way to the Green Dragon Inn to see Crystal. After the scare earlier in the evening, Hama had advised that it would be best for her to stay at the Inn with her protection for just one night. He had gone home not having enough money for a room.

As he approached the Inn he was aware of a vague sense of commotion. It didn't interest him much, he was far to calm to get worked up about a commotion in an Inn.

He was stopped short in his path by a ball of fire crashing past him into the road. He stood in shock for an age before looking where it had come from. He traced a trail of destruction all the way up the beer garden to the kitchen window, where Hama was standing, seemingly in pain.

Angry got the idea that the crowd surrounding Hama probably wanted him to do something. He looked at the burning pan, the singed hairs on his feet, the shouting crowd, the burning pan again. Slowly the look of confusion melted from his face leaving a gleaming smile, I am so clever he thought.

He bent down and grabbed a couple of handfuls of dirt and threw them onto the fire. A few more of these and the blaze was soon controlled, and nearly out.

02-10-2004, 12:39 AM	#11
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Angry Brandybuck's post: Angry sauntered down the raod on the way to the Green Dragon Inn to see Crystal. After the scare earlier in the evening, Hama had advised that it would be best for her to stay at the Inn with her protection for just one night. He had gone home not having enough money for a room. As he approached the Inn he was aware of a vague sense of commotion. It didn't interest him much, he was far to calm to get worked up about a commotion in an Inn. He was stopped short in his path by a ball of fire crashing past him into the road. He stood in shock for an age before looking where it had come from. He traced a trail of destruction all the way up the beer garden to the kitchen window, where Hama was standing, seemingly in pain. Angry got the idea that the crowd surrounding Hama probably wanted him to do something. He looked at the burning pan, the singed hairs on his feet, the shouting crowd, the burning pan again. Slowly the look of confusion melted from his face leaving a gleaming smile, I am so clever he thought. He bent down and grabbed a couple of handfuls of dirt and threw them onto the fire. A few more of these and the blaze was soon controlled, and nearly out.