>>5723605You are a good master good sir.
>>5723612Of course, the dog's culpability is the hardest to determine, better save it for last.
>>5723743They will stop complaining at least.
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You were always ready to hear the plights of the peasantry, at least after lunch, so while you ordered some servant to prepare a meal for your councillors and you you answered Oldfossil.
-We will hear the complaining peasants first.
It was a good choice, the poor lads hadn't seen you for more than a week, practically two weeks, and so they must think themselves as orphans. What was a peasant without his lord ? His existence would be meaningless.
After eating happily even if you were still a bit sick and coughed from time to time, and hearing the happy Bohémond tell that he wanted to buy a new luthe to impress his future wife you decided to receive the peasantry in the great hall.
Once you were on the throne, in a room that you kept darker than usual to hide the fact that you were a bit sick, you received the peasantry.
The peasantry in question was composed of three men. A black haired man with scars, a three days beard and a rugged air, a one eyed moor and a young lad of maybe fifteen years old with innocent blue eyes, a short blonde hair and wrinkles over his youthful face when you looked closely you remarked that he had lost some teeth in his mouth.
The black haired badly shaven man spoke first after being introduced by Oldfossil as "Trawler the Fisherman"
-Your lordship, I come from the village of Otherone, your village that you always kept safe, and I have travelled here to talk to you about the terrible fishman that plagues our lands.
There were some murmurs in the audience. A fishman ? Really ? It intrigued you, the Indians were very strange, of course, you saw bull men, goat men, horse men, but if you could at least imagine people being attired by a horse and fucking it (you knew some of them back home even if you never associated particularly with them), the fish man was an impossibility. Already you had trouble imagining how a bird man like one that you saw, could live but here... Were they reproducing underwater with normal people ? And were they laying eggs ? So much questions that could fascinate a monk. You nodded your head for them to continue.
-We had to deal with fishmen a lot of times, of course, but this one m'lord, his very nasty. He is even vindi... Vinditi...
Oldfossil helped the probably illiterate man.
-Vindictive.
-Yes, that's that vindoctive, so you now, our village is on the north of a lake. Heh, we generally fish in the northern waters of the make, but in the southern too, were fishmen dwell and live underwater, but now one of them, a new one, told us that if we fished in his waters he would pierce our boats, drown us and eat us as we ate his fish !
