By the time Lynn arrived at the docks of Yiyeta Harbor, a crowd was gathered in the dim alley next to the "Broad Axe Tavern." Once he squeezed in, he saw a short, stout body lying on the ground.
Ralph was only about one meter thirty in height, and he appeared quite robust, but his entire upper body was a bloody mess. Half of his neck was missing, his eyes were wide open in terror, and his face was filled with horror. He still clenched an iron wrench tightly in his hand.
"My goodness, poor Ralph, who would do such a brutal thing to him? What will little Dimi do if he's gone?" a female half-person sobbed continuously, her voice breaking as she spoke.
"Damned bastards, if I find out who did this, I'll smash their head in with a hammer."
The half people present were also filled with righteous indignation, angrily pounding the dirt-stained walls of the street with their rough, calloused fists.
Even typically lively and cheerful Lydia was now gripping her fists tightly in anger…
