Several roguish easterners gathered around the dwarf.
The gruffest easterner said, “You aren’t from around here are you shortie?”
“I’ve heard that dwarves are sneaky little cowards,” another added.
“I’m thirsty. Why don’t you buy us, drinks?” another said.
Nigel finished his bartering, rushed over to Boomer, and spoke to the easterners.
“Fellows, please don’t take advantage of my servant. He is mentally challenged and can only perform simple tasks. Here, go have some drinks,” Nigel said and gave the burly men a handful of Dakin.
Those same Dakin had resided in the easterners’ pockets a few moments earlier. Nigel’s pick pocketing skills were second to none.
“He does look rather pitiful,” the first easterner said as he looked at Boomer.
Nigel continued, “Yes. There’s no sport in picking on him. I‘ll have him clean up after your horses. Go. Enjoy yourselves.”
The easterner slapped Nigel on the back, laughed, and walked away.
Boomer was steaming as he said, “Dawg gone you, Louffette!! You’re lucky I promised Knarra and Cara not to fight unless I had too. I’m fixing to kick your butt!”
Nigel laughed. He watched the easterners walk away and then untied the reins of their horses from the stable, slapped the animals on the rear, and shooed the animals to freedom.
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