Submitted: 3 October 2000

Noisy Kids

by Oshikai Slayerson

"Blood Grog !" he roars. Baresh hears the anger in his voice, and quickly pour the drink and sets it in front of the Ranger.

Lifting the drink, he swigs down half the contents and sets it back on the bar. "What has happened to the Rangers of today ?" he asks, in a voice as deep as mountains are high. Baresh considers a possible answer, but the Ranger continues...

" I was in the guild, working on my hiding, when I heard a voice shouting from a distance. I was hidden but moved in that direction anyway. What I found turned my stomach... And thats no small matter."

"Three Rangers, new to our guild, judging by their look, were gathered, working on some boxes. On of them was shouting at the top of his lungs, disturbing the peace and tranquility of the grove we have preserved at the guild."

He paused, taking another mouthful of the blood grog, and holding it out for a refill.

He continues. "The other two were very nice about the matter, asking him to stop as yelling just wasn't done here."

"Then instead of apologizing and allowing the matter to rest there, he decided to shout back, kicking a chest, that it seems he had neither the wit or the skill to manage to open."

"At this time, one of the Rangers pulled a broadsword, tapping it, hoping, I would guess, to convince him the error of his ways."

"But this just made it worse, unfortunately, causing him to shout some more. Then he got up and walked off..."

"I have only this to say to him. Glatturwin, or anyone else, if you feel the urge to shout again, please go somewhere where people care about such things. Pay a visit to the ogres perhaps..."

With that he finishes the drink, tosses a handful of gold coins on the bar and walks out.

"Young un's..." mutters Baresh as gathers the coins.