Coming to the young man's rescue, a man who was not only dressed as a cook but whose entire posture and body screamed that he dabbled in the trade for years, stood between me and the guards, preventing them from drawing their swords against me.
"Let me apologise once again, dear sirs. Just like this idiot said, opening the barrels might cause the freshly made wine to spoil. Seeing how the situation in the entire town is, how about we do it in this way?"
Turning his head towards Fen, the young man's saviour pointed his hand at the barrels stacked on the carriage before quickly ordering.
"Hit it."
For only briefest of the moments, the cook's eyes turned towards Fen's ladle, giving him the necessary hint as to what he was supposed to do.
"Yes, sir!"
Wrestling his wirst out of the guards' leader grip, Fen moved two steps forward before taking a swing… And smacking it right against the side of the first barrel from his left!
Clang!
