54th of Ashan
Center of the Marketplace, Standing on a Fountain's Steps.
Morning, Clear Skies and Mild Temperatures.
Continued From Here
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tanding atop the fountain steps, one rage filled Lotharro was about to speak his mind. Flanked by a Warden Apostle who knew better than to try and calm a Lotharro down, all he could really do here was put Hona down if he got out of hand, or assist him find who had made several dozen Mac Teagan lose their memory. Aidbane was the herbal culprit, apparently put inside a brazier during their ritual and released into the air. Honathor hadn’t waited around to work out what any of that meant, all he knew was the Packmaster had said it came from the north and that meant wilders. Leaping to conclusions in his rage.Holding his son close to him so he didn’t fall over in his dazed state, Hona began his interrogation of the entire city.
“Which wilder coward has poisoned my son’s mind?” Hona was direct, hoping to call out whichever savage northerner had decided to play with the clan’s ceremony. He didn’t care about ceremonies, he didn’t care about fancy things or who owned what lands, who had a feud with what. All he cared about was his farm, his friend’s and now his son dazed by his side.
Nobody answered of course, Hona’s voice was powerful and strong normally, so when he bellowed it had an unusually loud carrying distance. “WHICH WILDER COWARD POISONED MY SON.”
That got people’s attention, the apostle had to stop a guard from pulling Hona down. The warden apostle was gambling someone would react, and that might give him a lead. Someone(s) plural reacted for certain, three coming over. “Talking tough behind your city wall Htacha.” Which Hona had only heard once to describe someone too cowardly to hunt harder lands. He didn’t need any provocation here, he stomped on over to the Lotharro who called him out and they both growled, their foreheads dipped. “Did you poison him?”
“Got what he deserved didn't he.” The other Lotharro spat. The claw grip that Hona put around the man’s shoulders might be enough to fracture them if he kept squeezing, Hona got a headbutt for his trouble and that was it. Slashing his hand across the other man’s chest and then thumping the other one at his chin. Wardens were running over but they probably wouldn’t be able to restraint two Lotharro in rage without help. What was most notable is one Lotharro turned and bolted from the scene. Lotharro’s didn’t tend to scare easy, sure they’d move away from a fight, or get out of the way but to turn and run caught the Warden Apostle's attention. “Stop him!”
Would anyone be able to stop the runner before he got away? That was the real question. Hona was too busy now with two Lotharro pounding on him and guards trying to pull them all apart.