Snippet #1723485

"Just how ignorant are you mountain man? You thought I was here for your damned Popo and your tiny lizards?"

Hari Cal gritted his teeth. "What the hell's that supposed to mean? Got something to say to my face, you-" The man's shove sent him sprawling, knocking over the wooden table. Plates and food scattered everywhere, followed by surprised villagers who jumped back in shock. Hari Cal rolled over, eyes narrowing as he snarled, "What was that for, you- Argh!" The Hunter's foot jammed into his ribs, driving the breath out of the amateur. He lay, choking and coughing, and listened to the foreigner berate him. He didn't reply- couldn't, not with the scale armor having been uncomfortably wedged up against his windpipe, and didn't move until the man had gone. He heard Joo-Eun's remark, and said nothing. What could he have said to these arrogant outlanders?

Once Marrik and Joo-Eun had left, Hari Cal picked himself up. One of the other men stepped forward and started to say something, but he was waved aside.

The hell did I even do? And the woman... Who the hell was she? Hari Cal looked at the place he'd been kicked. The scales had been dented, actually dented, just by this random guy's kick. Who were they both?

"Who the hell was that?" he asked, shouting over the hubbub of shocked voices. "Anyone know who the hell he was? Because I'm not going to take that laying down, no matter who he thinks he is!" He bent down and picked up his folded up gunlance from where it had fallen, slinging it over his back and strapping the shield over his arm. Condescending bastards... Hari Cal wasn't one to back down, even against people as obviously experienced as they were. Ignoring the shouts of his fellows, he marched towards the tavern entrance, still short of breath.

"No one insults me or my village and gets away with it," he muttered.