"This wolf head is bigger than a bear one, it'll make the best proof and a fine trophy for the great general. Gather the villagers, we'll make an announcement. Bring those who are in their house, I believe none of them is sleeping, there has been too much disturbances for it to be possible." Harlow said, brushing the dirt with his foot near the bonfire.
Oswald was in the tanner's shop, the house was pillaged inside despite its fine look from the outside.
The merchandise, tools and even the half-buried furnace were damaged. Between the littering goods and trashed food reserves, the boys understood alcohol did no good to Simon who had self-inflicted the destruction of his belongings.
There was only one part of the house that remained untouched. An old sign that used to be suspended over the entrance of the tannery. Now that he could read, Oswald's thoughts echoed around the few words carved in the wooden frame, 'Simons and sons'.
