Thalatan stepped into the cabin. From what he could see, it was a humble place made of mainly wood and plaster to hold the logs in place. He'd seen others in the area made from stone, mud, and even hay. This looked like one of the moderate abodes in the vacinity. The family that lived here had a relatively normal life, neither in poverty nor in extravagance.
Though he liked the family and their hospitality, he knew he couldn't stay here for long. He needed to make it to Hyddick soon. After about five minutes of back and forth between the householders and himself about him staying the night, he reluctantly agreed and they sat him down for dinner. The food they brought in looked delicious. It was roasted beef, ironically, in vegetable soup and a large dish of salad.
They served him first and waited for him to try the food, though Thalatan's culture taught him to wait until the rest of the household had their food. Getting the hint, they started distributing the food amongst themselves. And again, they waited for him to try his food, but his master, and caution, had taught him to wait for the houshold to eat first.
Both parties looked at each other to try the food first. Thalatan's suspiciouns grew and his eyes started to squint as the tenstion grew stronger. Seeing this, the father - who was responsible for a two male young adult beastmen and a beastwoman - nodded at his two young boys who simultaneously jumped at him. The boys weren't too fast, but considering they were literally sitting next to him, they managed to grab him before he could do anything to escape.
The young boys' grips were impossible to break out of as they held both his arms and dragged him out of the cabin. There, the father moo-ed and the inhabitants of the small villiage came out slowly, all of them looking at Thalatan. "We have the ghost!" the father shouted, triumphantly.
"I'm not a ghost, dimwhit," Thalatan said, in his whisper-like voice. As soon as he said it a hoof smacked him across the face. When Thalatan recovered the dragged him to a rock in center of the villiage and the villiagers moved up, surrounding him and the boys. He looked daggars at each and every single one of them. Though, he had to admit, these creatures were an intiguing lot. They were a group of many animals, all of them standing up right, except for a dog or two. what kind of an upsidedown country have I come into?
The father was speaking to the beastmen in front of him about some fearsome ghost of some kind as Thalatan was planning his escape, and as soon as he completed formulating his plan, one of the boys let go of him to pick an oversized nose. He took that as a good omen and struck the other boy in the face with a jab. He fell like a log, and before anyone had time to react he ran towards the crowd and slipped into a shadow right before he ran into one of the creatures.
The anger and panicking had started. While the simple minded creatures were looking and wailing at the spot Thalatan had vanished into, he reappeared behind the mob and silently, but quickly made his way forward out of the village. He took a quick glance back and noticed the father pointing at him from a distance and quickened his pace. As soon as he turned his face forward, and before he could react, he saw a large log, weilded by a husk of a creature, swinging towards his face. Thalatan groaned as he found himself on his back, his face full of hot red pain. He opened his eyes and found a growling bear weilding the club. He cursed to himself and everything went black.