Thorgom sat easily on the back of the cart. The man behind him were laughing and placing bets over something. He betted it was stupid. He saw the man which arm had had clinched on. He was a lot younger than himself. Thorgom now stared laughing. The caravan looked at him with raised eyebrows. They knew the tribesmen were crazy, but this man must have been the biggest fool of them all. Thorgom did not mind. He just noticed the clothes they were wearing. Thorgom was not. He had clothes of his own and never had any others. They would have to do a lot if they wanted him to wear such an outfit. They all looked like a bunch of lunatics. The sight amazed people in the streets. A cart with the high priestess' and a big man on the back laughing. The stupid look of the man and women in the street only made Thorgom's laughing louder.
Still the priestess did not look back. Thorgom got annoyed by this and started walking alongside the cart again. He did not look at her. He decided to ignore her as much as she did him. Thorgom just walked and looked in front of him. But the strong look of the woman that was pinned down on the horizon gave the man another laughing fit. He stopped dead and laughed again. It was a happy day. Normally he hardly laughed, but being on your own does not give you much to laugh about. The group passed him and they all looked as if they saw some sort of insect. The looks they gave him was a huge nuisance to the man. All of the men were carrying packs. Not Thorgom though. He just carried his own things and refused to take anything else. Ghurdan was annoyed by this fact.
"Why don't you carry something just like everyone else?" Zasfal said
"I'm not everyone else. I have my own stuff and am not causing you any trouble. I'm not going to carry other people's supplies."
"Not even the supplies of that pretty priestess you are stalking?" Zasfal said taunting.
In an immediate reaction Thorgom took out an axe and whacked Zasfal in the face with the backside. The boy fell on the ground and was pulled up by Ghurdan. Zasfal's eyes shot fire at Thorgom, the big man was imcredebly mad.
"You be lucky that axe is not double sided. It would have done a lot of damage to that face of yours. Be careful with what you say to me. I might be old, but I am still more then enough to rip you in pieces."
With these words, Thorgom went back to the cart and started to walk alongside of it once more. It appeared that the women on the cart had not noticed the little incident. But Thorgom could be mistaking. There was something about them he could not describe. Something mysterious.
[ June 28, 2003: Message edited by: Helkahothion ]
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