Today was shaping up to be a good day for Geoffrey. For starters this particular pub, unlike other pubs, didn't try to argue with him bringing his livestock. It was always a hassle when the tavern staff had some complaints about him bringing sheep and a pig into the bar. Hell, this tavern even had livestock working at the counter! It made sense that if they were fine keeping this domesticated animal indoors, it would be no problem for others to bring their own.
But more to the point, this was a good day because of that fancy-schmancy feller who walked into the tavern. Of course, Geoffrey had no idea who this man was. All he really knew for sure, was that this was the only beacon of civilization in this forest, as far as he could see. But the peasant did know one key-fact that separated that guy, from all the other weirder individuals who would wear strange looking things. And that fact was that man was not welcomed. Plus the noise made a good cover for the shrieking coming from the burlap bags slung over his shoulder.
For some reason or another, this man was hated by most of the patrons of the bar. Geoffrey grinned as he heard loads of commotion. He didn't listen to whatever the reason behind this was. No, Geoffrey focused on the important thing about this. There was a mob. This mob was angry. And this mob wanted justice. Geoffrey stood up from the floor where he was sitting and pushed his sheep forward. With a baleful baa, the complied and moved a bit forwards.
With his pig held underneath his right arm, Geoffrey pushed on the pig. As the peasant did this, his pig immediately came back into consciousness, as it began flailing its head and feet about. "SOOOOEEEEEEEEEE!" cried out the pig.
"Tha's right! GUILTY!" Geoffrey eagerly declared to the mob, ready to inflict traditional and time honored mob justice. "IT'S TIME FOR A HANGIN'! GET OUT THE ROPE, TONS OF HANGIN' TREES WAITING FOR A HANG-!"
And that was when Geoffrey noticed he was a tad late, as the Barbarian slayed the man who opposed the will of the mob.
"Also works." Well, at least justice by the mob was still done.
But more to the point, this was a good day because of that fancy-schmancy feller who walked into the tavern. Of course, Geoffrey had no idea who this man was. All he really knew for sure, was that this was the only beacon of civilization in this forest, as far as he could see. But the peasant did know one key-fact that separated that guy, from all the other weirder individuals who would wear strange looking things. And that fact was that man was not welcomed. Plus the noise made a good cover for the shrieking coming from the burlap bags slung over his shoulder.
For some reason or another, this man was hated by most of the patrons of the bar. Geoffrey grinned as he heard loads of commotion. He didn't listen to whatever the reason behind this was. No, Geoffrey focused on the important thing about this. There was a mob. This mob was angry. And this mob wanted justice. Geoffrey stood up from the floor where he was sitting and pushed his sheep forward. With a baleful baa, the complied and moved a bit forwards.
With his pig held underneath his right arm, Geoffrey pushed on the pig. As the peasant did this, his pig immediately came back into consciousness, as it began flailing its head and feet about. "SOOOOEEEEEEEEEE!" cried out the pig.
"Tha's right! GUILTY!" Geoffrey eagerly declared to the mob, ready to inflict traditional and time honored mob justice. "IT'S TIME FOR A HANGIN'! GET OUT THE ROPE, TONS OF HANGIN' TREES WAITING FOR A HANG-!"
And that was when Geoffrey noticed he was a tad late, as the Barbarian slayed the man who opposed the will of the mob.
"Also works." Well, at least justice by the mob was still done.