Free Nightclans by Gerard Bond Page B

comment to Wollfen,
    “Who is the peacock over there in all that finery?” He couldn’t help but chuckle, if she thought he was in finery then the trip to Gevalia would blow her mind.
    “That is a local administrator, a low level government official and believe me, if you think that’s finery, you wait until we get to Gevalia and see the women of the court there.”
    The food arrived and was placed before them on the table, Raven was licking her lips at the fare, the smells were delicious. She grabbed a whole potato and started taking bites, Wollfen looked on and realized very quickly he would have to educate her in some table etiquette as they ate. He made a sound with his throat and lifted up a knife and fork then mouthed the word 'watch”. He proceeded to cut some of his onion up and then took a small portion with the fork placing it his mouth. Raven watched on and remembered the talk from early in the day about how they would have to eat with utensils when at a table.
    Some people were watching on curious having seen her eat with her hands. She looked around embarrassed all of a sudden and grabbed the knife and fork, she proceeded to attack a potato that fell apart. Stabbing a larger piece she finally managed to get it to her mouth and eat, smiling and looking around as she did. A couple of the onlookers shook their heads as they all went back to their own thing. She looked to Wollfen for approval and he gave a little smile, that made her feel better. Wollfen proceeded to pull apart the ribs with his fingers and start eating, she called foul,
    “Hey that’s not fair, how come I got to use these things and you don’t?”
    “Oh you are stuck with it I’m sorry, I got the right food to be eaten with fingers, at least the ribs anyway, all the rest I'll have to use knife and fork too.”
    She cut her steak up as best she could then proceeded to watch him as he scooped up mashed potato and ate too, she reach across and stabbed some of his carrot tasting it, not bad, not bad at all.
    When they had finished the two of them moved over to the bar and Wollfen ordered a couple of beers. As they were sitting and drinking the Peacock leaned across to Raven,
    “So what town are you from milady?” Raven looked at him a bit funny,
    “I am not of any town, I am Ravenwing of the clan Horungar.”
    The room went mostly silent then and many of the people turned and stared, the peacock looked her up and down  with a sneer,
    “Pah, I can't believe they let a Nightclan lowlife in here.” Raven went to say something and felt Wollfen's hand on her arm squeezing as he spoke up before her,
    “We have not insulted you in any way and have conducted ourselves civilly while here, there is no need to be rude.” The peacock wasn’t impressed,
    “We don’t need no inbred whores in our town!”
    No one could have believed a man could move so fast but Wollfen was up and slamming the peacock square in the face sending him flying into a table of four men, the look of shock was priceless before the pain kicked in for him and he wailed holding his bloody broken nose. The four men launched themselves at Wollfen who stood his ground trading punches as Raven looked on. He looked around at her while struggling,
    “A little help?”
    She chuckled before responding,
    “You told me I had to restrain myself and not get into any fights.”
    He gave her a look and she relented, taking her mug she bashed it over the head of the nearest assailant who fell away. Then she gave a kick to the groin of the next man making him double up, it was two on two now and the four of them sized each other up. Raven couldn’t help but make a smart ass comment,
    “It's about time we got some entertainment in this place.”
    The first man lunged at Raven and she moved fast giving him a quick punch to the face then dodging his incoming swing in reply. As she did she threw a couple of quick punches to his midriff and spun around to behind him raising her arm and