Chapter 303:
Thud, thud, thud.
As Isaac was finishing his third bowl of soup, prepared by the village chief’s daughter, a commotion erupted at the entrance of the dining hall. Isaac glanced over to see a middle-aged man, dressed in a flamboyant cape and adorned with peacock feathers on his hat, sprawled across the floor.
“Wait, wait, wait! There’s no need to be so rough! I said I’d walk on my own!”
Regardless of his protests, Hesabel pointed her feathered, knife-like wings at him.
Thunk.
A feather shot out, narrowly embedding itself between the man’s fingers.
Hesabel coldly remarked, “If someone points a blade at you, you should be ready to lose a finger before you start talking.”
‘She’s got a point.’
Isaac agreed inwardly, so he didn’t bother stopping her. The man had kept him from getting any sleep, and Isaac had no intention of engaging in a conversation on equal terms. Starting by cutting something off didn’t seem like a bad idea.