Afternoon.
Tavern Inn, Village.
Critic-Ishire.
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A bark of laughter attacked Lydia's ears as they moved further into the tavern, it was from a lousy group in the space. All the group was lousy and there appeared to be no woman in the space.
"Mi'lady say fuck if you are in trouble!" another howled.
She clutched his arm tighter as she murmured. "Theo"
"They are just drunk men,'' he reassured her through clenched teeth but she would feel anything but reassurance if she saw how his face darkened at that moment, at that comment.
"I could treat ya better than the young lad" the loud man added.
Theodore's head turned to the men as he sent a chilling glare their way before he clenched his teeth and resumed his slow walk.
"Theodore I am so proud of you for not overreacting" Conan whispered.
They reached a sitting area where the lord paused and instructed. "Conan grab whatever we may need"
