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"I did not fight him. We talked."
"TALKED?!?" all three shouted in one voice. A number
of villagers popped their heads out of windows and
doorways to see what the noise was all about. A few began
muttering and pointing in Torbin's direction. Someone
laughed harshly.
"I do not think he will harm you."
"Coward!" The mayor raised his fist, though his distance
to the knight did not shrink by even the minutest amount.
"I should have you run out of Dragon's Point!"
Torbin was turning red with anger. On top of everything
else, he did not need idiotic backwoods fishermen calling
him a coward for no reason at all. He pulled out his sword
with one swift motion and tucked the point neatly under the
plump man's chin. The mayor let out a gurgle and froze.
Villagers began pouring out of their homes, though none
moved close enough to lend the stout, blustery man a hand.
"I did not come here to be insulted. You know very little
about the situation as it really is. If it will satisfy you, I'll
keep an eye on the minotaur. Should he attempt to cause
any harm, I'll deal with him. Will that suit you?" In truth,
he could not have cared less if it did or did not. This
village, this whole region could be damned for all he cared
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