The rebels rode into the village the next morning.
This was the first time Ted had seen horses on the Fin. He didn't know why, but he had thought that horses did not fare well here. In any case, he was glad to get some action, and he was out of bed quicker than Zerielle could say "we are in mortal danger" and make a dash to the teapot that still revealed her calm Finner nature.
It was quite funny.
The sound of the riders echoed on the streets. Someone shot a man who was probably already dead after drinking in the cold. Ted didn't mind. In fact, he liked that the rebels showed their true colors. This meant less pressure for him to act like a perfectly normal human being who did not kill others for fun.
Ted ran to the street, noticing in his haste that he had left his trousers unbuttoned and his underwear got a good show going on. He threw his coat onto his lap and sat down defiantly, right on the path of the riders.
