Chapter 381: All Fowl Really Wants
A commotion from the door’s entrance to the ale house ended as a dwarf barged through, pushing Ruggula out of the way as she tried to hold back the man.
Max was already on his feet, having left the booth as his Sonar picked up the name being shouted over and over.
“FOWL! FOWL HAMMERFALL!”
When the brown-haired dwarf came inside, he looked almost like a copy of their dwarven warrior, except with arms that were a few inches larger and covered in small burn marks. A patch of his beard was singed, yet those brown eyes scanned the room, shouting the name once more.
“Fowl Hammerfall!”
The room began to fall into silence, and Max saw his friend stand, eyes locked on the pair as the guard wrestled with no luck against the dwarf.
Jataic waved Ruggula away as Fowl moved from the bar and started walking toward the dwarf, who was now free from the woman who had been trying to hold him back.
“Heldon Hammerfall, what in the gods are you doing?!”
A frown appeared as the dwarf stormed across the room, weaving between the few benches and tables. He moved with a purpose, and those who were in his way, moved quickly out of it.