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Ryn smiled. "Thank you Roland, I really appreciate it." A few minutes of walking pass by and they finally get back to the center of town. The town center is filled up with even more people. "Geesh what's going on?" Ryn asks Roland.
Ryn's perked his ears up and listened. "It sounds like there's a whole bunch of arguments going on at once....and a Scottish accented man at the middle of it. It's coming from there." Ryn pointed in the direction of the infirmary.
"Oh boy.....please don't be Steele." Roland muttered to himself. He began to walk over to the infirmary, spear in hand blunt side sticking up. "Let's go try and intervene." Roland sighed.
There was a large swarm of people around outside of the infirmary. Steele had finally been discharged after recovering from the tournament. His hands were still broken and in casts but everything else had finally healed. Word must have gotten around that Steele was temporarily harmless, and everyone wanted to give Steele a piece of their mind. Large amounts of people swearing, yelling, hurling insults. Some came to join in, other's came to watch. The nurses and doctors tried to clear the entrance for the injured citizens around town but they were overwhelmed by the number of civilians in the mob. "You're a plague on society!" A woman yelled. "Go back to the wild where you belong!" A man yelled. Cheers of agreement always followed. Steele was pissed off like no other. He wanted so badly to be able to use his hands to just beat the mess out of people. "Fuck ye' all!" He angrily shouted. "This is for Mr. Proctor! The man you killed in the RIOT!" The same hunter from the riot shouted throwing a chair at Steele. Steele moved to the right dodging it and the chair shattered a hospital window. People began booing at Steele and throwing trash.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Roland walked his way through the crowd, even shoving when it was needed. He went to the middle of the mob and stood infornt of Steele. He just stood there with a serious disappointed look at the crowd.
Food hit him and something that was probably manure hit his face. He wiped it of and flung it off his hand onto the ground. "Go back to the wild where you belong?! You 'people' are acting more like animals than he is. Why are you mad? Because he killed someone? Because he used to be a thief? Please let's be honest.... 24...24 deaths from the riot you started." he paused for dramatic effect. "How many of you are still theives let alone used to be? You think you should act like gods because you are human while he is werewolf?" he shook his head, "Pathetic..."
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Ryn watched. This was a difficult decision to make, he needed to have a good clout with the citizens of Avaleur or at least remain neutral with them, standing up to them would hurt his chances of getting his clan to relocate, plus he wasn't even a knight. But he couldn't just leave Roland and Steele there. He sighed, he had to do the right thing. He teleported right next to Roland and folding his arms. "Have you all lost your minds!?" He yelled. The crowd went silent, some stared and gossiped others went wide-eyed. They recognized him from the tournament. "Standing in front of a hospital, blocking traffic and possibly injured citizens, belittling a man who nearly died in the tournament!? And when someone finally has enough common sense to stand-up to you what do you do? Pelt him with trash, food, and....I don't even want to know what that smell is." He lowered his voice. "If you're angry, petition YOUR KING. So take all your belongings and go home." He smiled at Roland and mouthed 'Nice job'.
"I'm fine." Steele growled. He was in a bad mood. "Thanks fir' yer help hinny." He said trying to flex his hands and fidgeting with his cast. It wasn't like Steele was going to walk off and just get caught in another mob. Steele was a bit startled at the sight of Ryn. He'd never seen a creature like him before. "Gah, what thee hell are ye!?" He yelled somewhat rudely.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
"Aye, win't be long befoor' i'm back in action." He says fully flexing them. "Say, what are ye' lads doin' in toon' anyway? Shouldn't ye be off fightin' a dragoon er' somethin'?" Steele jokes.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
"I'll say." Ryn laughed. Ryn observed Steele, he had A LOT of scars and his accent was heavy. After what just happened he didn't want to leave Steele alone with the crowds of people still walking around. "Well hey, Steele you should come with us to the arena. Free match to watch and afterwards we can go to the Pub." He looks to Roland and Steele. "What do you say?"
Steele gave a smile that he hadn't given in almost a month. He was happy that Roland and Ryn included him in something. "Sure hinny's, can't say it'll be much of a fight with me not out there tho'." He jokes following Roland.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Ryn laughed very loudly and awkwardly. It didn't seem like Steele and him got off on the right start and he was trying to quickly become his friend. "Well you can hop in whenever." He says with a smile. "You ready Roland?" He asks.