As the echoes of the villagers' pursuit grew faint, Dori stumbled into the cave, panting heavily. He watched Revy for a moment, her fiery hair a stark contrast against the shadowy backdrop. He looked so calm, so composed, while he felt like a leaf in a tornado. Suddenly, Revy's eyes snapped open, and she caught sight of him, the red lace panties still stuck to his sweat-drenched forehead. Her eyes widened with surprise, and then she burst into laughter. The sound was deep and rich, echoing through the cavern, bouncing off the walls and filling the space with warmth and mirth.
Dori couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort. He knew he looked ridiculous, but fear had driven him into a corner where there was no place for his dignity. "Revy, save me!" she begged, falling to her knees and grasping Revy's boots. "These women will tear me apart!"
Revy's laughter was like a waterfall, cascading around Dori and washing away some of his fear. "Don't worry," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement, "They are afraid to come here. Stay here for a while, you will be safe." She stepped back and wiped her eyes, her smile never faltering as she took in the ludicrous sight of Dori, the village rascal, with a pair of red lace panties stuck to his face.
The women's voices grew distant, their anger fading into the hum of the village as they realized the futility of their chase. They had never ventured this far into the hills before, and the looming darkness of the cave seemed to swallow Dori's pursuers' resolve. They gathered around Mayr, the village elder, who sat on a wooden bench outside her home. Her eyes were stern as she listened to their complaints. "We don't want him here anymore," they said, pointing fingers at the direction of the retreating figure of Dori.
Mayr's gaze shifted to the red lace panties flying from the tree outside the cave. He knew Dori was up to mischief, but this was a new level of daring. "He's a child and he recently lost his parents," he said calmly, stroking his chin with his wrinkled hand. "He just needs to grow up a little more, you guys have to be a little understanding."
The women's faces fell, their anger turning into a collective sigh of anger. They knew Mayr was right. Dori was like a son to many; A wild child who lost his way after the death of his parents. However, the amount of stolen underwear was too much to ignore. "He could do more if we let him," said one angrily, "he and Revy Gray should go too, they are disturbing the peace of the village."
The villagers exchanged glances, the weight of their words hanging in the air. The village tavern owner stepped forward and said: "Mayr, I guess you don't know." "He comes to the village at night, says his name is Ren, and causes trouble in the tavern by gambling." The crowd murmured and nodded in agreement. "But that's not all," he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I saw it too, she was crying under the tree. When I asked her why are you crying, she said, 'I'm scared,' and said her name was Raven."
Mayr furrowed his brows, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. "This is the first I've heard of such a thing," he said slowly. "Why didn't anyone come to me with these concerns sooner?"
The villagers shifted uncomfortably. One by one, they shared the stories of the mysterious "Ren" who visited the tavern at night. He was a skilled gambler, winning most of the time, and his moods were as changeable as the changing seasons. One night she would be the star of the party, and the next night 'Raven' would be a goosebump-inducing, thoughtful, crying creature. They said his eyes had a strange intensity that seemed to stare into their souls.
Mayr listened, his expression growing more troubled. He'd never seen this side of Revy. He knew that the young man had secrets. He knew that if he didn't calm the crowd down now, his village would face bigger trouble. Mayr finally said, "I will send them both away from the village."