Threland smirks with a painful exhale, lying down on the prancing Pony’s floor as he clutches onto his manhood in one , however rummaging around in his sidebags with a free hand, pulling a gourd and shoving it over, setting it in orbit for Nirieleth's hair. The woman, clad in heavy armor previously retaliated for a bucket of cold water thrown at her. The sense of justice was strong to the man, for she had in the past dishonoured his favorite pastime; drinking.
Einhael sets a gentle hand on Hurbert's arm, glancing sidelong with a brief shake of her head.
Nirieleth glances between the Hurbert and Einhael for a while. She nods to them just before a gourd breaks open at the back of her head causing her head to stagger forward. Though she twitches one of her eyes angrily before turning to Threland. She is now wet and has pieces of gourd all over her hair and armor. She growls angrily before taking a few heavy steps towards him which makes loud thumps against the wood of the stair case. Nirieleth opens her mouth to speak but cannot find the words to express herself.
Threland grins devilishly, pleased with his work, however he widens his eyes, expressions turning more fearful as she shuffles over to the corner, in order to avoid possible incoming boots..
Hurbert glances to the woman at his right briefly, feeling himself a bit more bold not being alone in this matter. "Yes... yes, You foul miscreant! Leave now or ol' Hurbert will do you one, no watch needed for filth like you!" he raises a fist as if threatening to punch her, though he quickly regrets his big mouth.
Nirieleth does not seem to be taking note of Hurbert as she appears thoughtfully-angry as she places her hands upon the hilts of her swords, she still glares down at Threland for a while with her hands are still on the hilts of her sword, her expression grows darker and more devious as she does so. She slowely walks up to him and tries to place a firm grasp on his silver hair to pull him up
Einhael shouts as loudly as she can, "Do not shed blood for his mischief! He is a fool, but he is unarmed! Please!"
Nirieleth says, 'If I wished to shed blood. It would already have been done! However he does not deserve to die, he deserves punishment as a mother would punish her naughty child!'
Threland resists, eyes wide open leaning his head to the side and aiming to grasp at the woman's wrist, then reaching for a knife hidden at his ankle, to his defence. he does not pull the weapon as of yet. He however gets grabbed despite his resistance. 'Will ya bugger off?!'
Hurbert looks somewhat surprised by the quiet lass, looking over to the armed woman, feeling like he should do more to stop this. "There will be no punishing anybody today!" he steps forward with a hint of reluctance, swallowing hard as he feels himself obligated to be stronger and more agressive in this scenario.
Einhael grabs at Hurbert's arm and restrains him with a surprising, wiry strength. "Stop! Don't be daft, man! Who are you trying to impress?"
Nirieleth coincidently decides to trample down on Threland's ankle to cause him to yelp in pain so that he would retract his hand from her wrist. If a successful grasp is made on his head she will try to drag him out of the Inn.'Come here, my child! I wish to bathe you inside of the boar fountain!'
Threland yelps out painfully as she does leaving her wrist and grasping at his ankle, , dragged by Nirieleth's hold, and shooting helpless glances over to Hurbert and Erihael, stumbling and panting as they go. 'Jus' leave me in peace will ya!?'
Nirieleth grins devilishly as she tries to make her way to the door. She hails the two as she is about to get by them.
Hurbert looks back to her. "I can't just let her hurt him like that! Why, its just not respectable!" he replies, though his apprehension is prevalent in his voice, he shakes his arm free , standing in the armed womans way. "No baths tonight! One last chance! drop him!" he booms to her
Lamaenon, the elf, enters the main room and says, 'You people are loud. I could hear you all the way in the back'
Threland says, 'Bloody wench! Let go o’ me!'
Hurbert swallows hard as he bears the most stern face he can muster, though he does not look like much of an obstacle.
Nirieleth stops and stands infront of Hurbert, her grin still devilish. Her grasp on Threland's hair tightening as he makes more noise. She begins to speak, "Oh? But he stinks. It would only relivant that he takes a bath" She then speaks in a more aggressive tone, "Be out of my path! For bad things usually happen to those who stand within them!"
Hurbert takes a fearful step back, though mustering enough courage not to get completely out of the way, his arms tremble a bit at the sound of the tall woman speaking agressively. "N-no! He's hurt enough, you damaged his pride well enough to make up for any further humiliation. D-don't you think?" he asks her slightly stammering .
Lamaenon watched the events by the door unfold. perfectly content to stay out of it.
Threland says, 'Nay Ah say we stay 'ere. Ah got a foine view on yer arse..'
Einhael scowls at Threland, "I have no objections. Douse the man. He needs to learn respect."
Threland says, 'respect! D' ya got any oidea whot she's done t' me?? She spat in the ale!
Lamaenon begins to smoke.
Hurbert is fearful.
Threland says, 'Charged me three silvers! An’ now she's hittin' me!'
Einhael all but scoffs at Hurbert's words, and Threland's. "I know only what I've seen. And I saw her best you. Yet you continue to provoke a woman who clearly out-classes you. You poke the bear, you get the claws, you dolt."
Nirieleth replies to Hurbert, 'Damaged his pride? Did you not just hear the words of a married man? Or shall I repeat them for you, 'I got a fine view of your arse.' He is gazing upon my rear end with desire even though he is wedded to another woman? I wonder how that makes his lass feel?'
Threland says to Erihael, 'Yer the dolt…If she'll chop me down, a' leas' Ah want to have fun..'
Einhael says, 'Deeds before words. Your actions invite fitting consequences.'
Hurbert says, 'Then leave him be and inform his wife! Surely that will bring a worse punishment than you could ever render upon this man!'
Lamaenon chuckles.'take my advice friend. cop out while you still live'
Hurbert seems to have found a bit mroe courage, seeing he has not yet been struck by the intimidatingly tall woman
Nirieleth says, 'His wife is a lass in a dress. I doubt she could disipline a baby as big as this one! Threland says, '..Ah want t' go home..'
'You can go home after I give you a bath! Now I am done discussing this matter with those whom it does not concern Move!'
Threland scowls, rather offended by being calleda child and treated like one, shifting about as to get free, his one arm lifting and aiming to tug at herforearm
Einhael gives Hurbert's arm an insisting tug backwards, "Let it unfold. The city watch can deal with it, if it gets out of hand."
Nirieleth tightens her grasp on Threland's hair as she feels his something come into contact with her foream, only causing whatever moves it to tug his hair.
Hurbert feels compulsed by a false sense of bravado not to move. "No you will have to make me move, you harpy!" his eyes widen at his own words, obviously regretting them as he thinks to himself -Oh no, why on earth did i say that!?-
Threland says, 'Harpy!? HAHAHA! Suits ya foine Helga! Helga the Harpie!' He obviously knew Nirieleth by that name.
Einhael throws up her hands, "I don't need this nonsense. The lady can handle herself."
Lamaenon begins to smoke.
Lamaenon says, 'Why do you think I didn't step in?'
Nirieleth glances to Hurbert, before glancing back to Threland thoughtfully. She seems to be considering which is more insulting, being tossed with a gourd or being called a harpy. She squints her eyes thoughtfully for a few goods moments before coming up with the solution: She gives a firm and hard yank on Threland's hair trying to send him towards Hurbert.
Einhael crosses her arms and quite looks like she’d like to disappear at the moment. She hugs herself and glares at the fire in silence.
Threland gets yanked and falls into Hurbert, his average weight slamming into him while he grasps aonto his shirt to maintain balance, unless Hurbert falls himself.
Nirieleth raises her leg and sends a hard kick to Threland's rear.
Threland growls yet again, baring his teeth as he gets kicked stumbling forwards and falling on the tiled floor, prossibly dragging Hurbert with him.
Hurbert is surprised by the sudden strike Threland's body has while impacting his own slightly rotund frame, causing the already imbalanced portly fellow to fall to the ground in a great hard slump. He groans as he lays there, his tattered hat falling off from the strike, revealing his bald head.
Lamaenon claps his hands.
Threland says, 'Ooouch...'
Nirieleth smiles and nods only slightly to the two on the ground. Though she does not seem completely pleased with her work. She then turns and grabs Threland's blucket before making for the door, "Don't move if you know what it is best for you!"
Nirieleth looks to the fountain for a moment considering. But then turns to look to the stable seeming to find a better idea, she grins devilishly as she walks to the stables.
Hurbert groans, still lying there on his side. The sudden strike to the ground was tough for a fellow not used to it.
Einhael reaches down to offer Hurbert a hand, "On your feet, man. You'll feel better."
Threland limps over behind some barrels where he hides.
Hurbert is brought up slowly, though with some difficulty due to his weight. "Why did I have to open my big mouth..." he mutters somewhat remorsefully.
Einhael stares at him, questioning. "I... don't know. Why DID you?"
Nirieleth enters with the bucket at hand. She notices Hurbert and snorts before taking note of Threland who's back is turned as he flees. She watches as he gets behind the barrel and walks over slowly, her boots making thumps on the ground as she walks. As well there seems to be a foul odor coming from the bucket which maybe smelt by all who she walks by.
Nirieleth grins as she stands beheind the barrel, the thumps of her boots could be heard drawing near but she stands silently and motionlessly at the barrel.
Threland takes off his hat and sets it on the wooden surface behind the pillar, going to slowly peer around the corner of the barrel and look towards the main room, sighing with relief that Nirieleth isn't in sight, however freezing as he widens his eyes fearfully upon hearing the thumps of Nirieleth's armoured feet.
Nirieleth quickly moves beside the barrel revealing herself to Threland at the same time as she tosses the contents of the bucket which would be horse manure right at Threland!
