![]() ![]() "Playtime's over," he said to the Riojan troubadour. Heden walked up to him, gingerly stepping over the sleeping idiots, as Renaldo uncurled himself from his fighting pose. "There were only five of them!" he objected. He had one leg on the back of a chair, another on a table with food and drink now scattered over it, and his off-hand reaching up for the candleholder than hung from the ceiling. Renaldo was frozen in place, his attackers slumped before him, his rapier still pointed where the lead ruffian had been standing. In concert, the men on the floor all started to snore loudly. ![]() ![]() The inn went silent as all eyes turned to Heden, everyone thinking he'd just killed five men. Heden spoke a prayer, and five men, each red-faced, shouting, holding various improvised weapons, in various stages of drunkenness, fell to the ground. ![]()
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