"We'll need to find that hand then and bury it. James considered the farmer for another moment, then let him go with a hard backward shove that dumped Feeber on his ass in the corn. "That's it! That's all I know!" Feeber protested, flailing at James' grip. "What else?" James hissed, shaking the farmer hard enough that his teeth clacked loudly. I think I may have dropped it when I was near old Hershel's house." I tried to rebury him but I never found one of his hands. The squire stepped in fast, grabbing the farmer by his collar. I thought that maybe I could scare her into moving out and selling to me but she's too darn stubborn." I don't remember the fellow's name now, but he used to own the Six Toe Tavern before Nia took over the shop. Max paled, lifting both his hands and waving them furiously. I think the two of you will get along marvelously." Now talk, or I'm going to have a cozy little chat with a friend of mine named Nivek - Prince Arutha's tax collector - nice fellow. "If he were still living in town I might feel threatened," James said, smiling with much less wamrth this time, "but I rather imagine you've already managed to scare him off. "You broke into my house!" Max spluttered, reddening quickly. You've been desecrating graves haven't you?" "I mean," James said, lifting the ragged piece of stinking cloth, "that the three of us found this and we think you have something to do with all this evil that is going on around here. "So Max, do you often make it a habit to go digging in graveyards?" James asked, stepping in close to Feeber and glaring.įeeber blinked hard, taking a half-step back and trying to bluster. Looking up at them suspiciously, he pushed the sweat drenched hair out of his eyes with the back of his hand and waited, his eyes narrowed as they drew closer. James slipped from the home and towards the barn, motioning Owyn and Gorath to follow him as he pushes the small inset door open and slipped inside. Alerted by the incongruity, something told him to investigate the farmer's belongings further. "Odd." he murmured, noticing a few items which seemed a bit more expensive than a farmer might be expected to own. James entered the small house and looked around.
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