Sharing drinks and stories, fishermen and farmers alike share stories of old Chomski, the one who couldn't run his farm right, the fool, the mad, the idiot. He rose high up for an idiot and fell down pretty harsh. I remember, he tried planting carrot and forgot to water them! cackles a wench with no teeth but one black. He loved his goat, that's for damn sure! Maybe a bit too much. snorted another, but one man sat silently, drinking his ale, yet another, quiet, quiet.
Did you see the execution? They made a mess of him, can be heard in the crowd. Then suddently! Some fool jumped out of the crowd and attacked the guards, ran straight for Dagris and knocked him on his fat arse! He laid another guard down before they managed to kill him, yelled some shat about the old personal guard.
Did you see what i saw? There was one guard that didn't move much. Fat tubby, didn't look barovian much, he nu made a move or a gesture, nor to insult Chomski nor to stop the attacker.
The tall quiet man suddently chuckled pitifully and left, mumbling about potted plants.