Scribes should learn to be more careful and tactful.
Somewhere deep in the lands of Sint
''Yes, yes, yes and of course the peasants responded with a cheer and then they moved off to resume daily work. And the next day he continued his encouragements and more worked and uhm and harder!'' The thin and overbearing scribe continued to jibber away at Gomrin who with increasing difficulty resisted the urge to wring the life out of the beak nosed and oogly eyed scribe.
''YESssss yes yes, and then he did this.. and that and that and a bit more of that and this and like so..'' Was all that Gomrin was hearing. He wouldn't stop! That scribe just wouldn't stop!
Gomrin received the man about an hour before and was very surprised to receive word from Luhgrethen. Nobles were at work in his region and improving it with works. Strange works.. But it worked and he felt happy about it. Happy enough to endure an hour of this frustratingly annoying scribe's japping. ''Did you know he also used these things to make then do that and when he did, this also happened and then and then and then..''
''Hwwwrraaaa!'' Gomrin raised his heavy bronze rimmed shield into the aid with his thick arm and swung it down at the scribe's head. The shield like the embodiment of a metal lightning bolt crashed into the face of the poor scribe. His head not able to resist the impact, it gave a hollow ''Clonk'' and the jabbering ended.
The unconscience scribe now sprawled over his feet Gomrin grunted as some of his men started to snicker.''Mhwee, get him out of here. Take him back to the Marhal.'' His men responded with sighs and disapproving looks. The Marshal meant order, strictness and behaving themselves. They liked none of that but didn't dare refuse their leader, they knew what that would lead to and it was a lot worse than what the scribe endured.
