[color=92278f][h1]Honoria[/h1][/color]
When the nervous barman finally finished in the basement Honoria let go of Colubra’s reigns and found herself looking back through her own eyes. The Inn was still dark and clustered as it had been moments ago, and the tasteless bread still sat half-eaten on the small wonky wooden table in front of her. She had half expected someone to approach her while she was vulnerable, but knew that if anyone was silly enough to touch her that she would snap out of her link and that her trusty companion would no doubt quickly come to her aid. And if there’s one thing you don’t want to do, it’s piss off a giant shadow-snake. 

“Bjorn!” exclaimed one of the girls from the nearby table. [i]‘Still making lots of noise then’[/i] thought Honoria as she looked towards the group again. There was a large Orc with them now and he seemed to be holding one of the human men in the air… which tugged the edge of her lips upwards. Honoria listened in intrigued, hoping that the newcomer would crush the little annoying man but was left feeling disappointed when he instead dropped him and proceeded to hug the girl. [i]‘What a let-down.’[/i]

“No, but there is something rotten in Tithe. I’ve come up north to investigate a dangerous group of men known as the [b]Red Legion[/b]. It is said that they fight with weapons more powerful than any others in Tithe, and have vowed to [b]burn all magic to the ground.[/b]”

[b]Red Legion. Burn all magic to the ground.[/b]

The words stuck in Honoria’s head and her traumatic memories viciously resurfaced, throwing off her concentration. She could feel the burning chains around her, she could smell the gunpowder, taste the blood, hear the laughter… and see Young Bark being burnt to the ground. She violently shook her head and wiped the tears from her eyes, but looked up to find that the group had left the inn. “Fuck!” she hissed, before jumping from her chair and chasing them out of the building. She barged an unfortunate patron onto the ground as she sprinted across the room, and found herself blinded as she escaped the dark tavern and was hit in the face by the now unfamiliar light of day. 

“Argh!” she moaned, covering her eyes with her hands. “Where’s the Orc! Tell me of the Legion!” she demanded, unable to yet see the scene she’d walked into (let alone the Dragon). 

[color=a36209][h1]Kuruk[/h1][/color]
[quote][@Leonerdo][/quote]
Despite the farmers pleas, Kuruk continued to harass the innocent cow and was getting more excited by the second. He seemed to notice a few people showing signs of disgust (and in some strange cases, intrigue) but it only served to amuse him further. [i]‘They must see how powerful I am. They admire me’[/i] he thought to himself, rather deluded. He would have turned the strange spectacle into something much more disgusting then and there were it not for the sudden interruption. “Hey!” came a shout from a nearby knight. Kuruk turned to him and scoffed, seeing that the man looked a bit nervous.

“What seems to be the problem here?” interjected another voice from his flank before he could respond. Kuruk turned again to see another couple of knights approaching, both of which looked a bit more confident than the first. He could tell instantly which of them was in charge – it had to be the strong looking one in the fancy shining armour. It was a standard of armour that Kuruk could only dream of acquiring, thanks to the prejudice and high costs of making custom centaur armour. 

“He's having his way with my Daisy! Get him to stop! T-this... this isn't right!” begged the little elf man again, which seemed to prompt the knights to move closer. Kuruk noticed this and suddenly felt his heart beat begin to speed up. He didn’t like being cornered. 

“Sir?” said the knight in the big fancy armour. “If this is indeed the case, then I cannot permit you to continue this behavior. If you back away from... Daisy, now, there won't be any issues. I'm sure you'll find plenty of undomesticated cows out in the countryside.”

The knights edged ever closer as they said this, oblivious to the effect it might have on the short-fused beast. Kuruk snarled in response and stomped his front hooves heavily on the ground. It was the kind of pathetic act you’d expect to see a kid to do during a tantrum, but when performed by a giant 7ft centaur it was somewhat more intense and threatening. He straightened his back and pumped out his large chest before letting out his booming but coarse voice, “So you say that I can’t fight yet?! Now you’re saying that I can’t fuck either?!”

If people nearby weren’t watching the show before then they certainly were now. In fact there seemed to be a small semi-circle of people forming around them, much to the annoyance of many people that were still struggling to fight their way to safer locations. “Perhaps I should get some new armour?!” he barked at Kane with a sinister smile, clearly referring to the shiny shiny. He hadn’t yet reached for the large steal Warhammer slung across his back, but Kuruk was certainly prepared to if the Knights tried to make a move.

Meanwhile the elf crept away to the other side of his cow. “L-L-Let’s go Daisy” whispered the elf before frantically trying to pull the cow away, hoping to use the diversion to escape. 

“Moooooo!” moaned Daisy stubbornly, refusing to move.  

“Not now Daisy!” he whimpered.