They came right in me blacksmith shop.
Two o’ em. Big burly orc types.
O’ course, its makin fer things ta be grander than they are ta say I have a shop. Tannas gave me a space tae set things up, do me leather an iron workin. That sort o’ thing. I ain’t really selling nothin. Still they must ha’ heard me workin at ta forge, tryin ta finish up on some things with ta’ spear. I were nearly done anyways.
I suppose they were thinking, this feller is all alone an easy pickins.
They were both about a head taller’n me. One loomed o’er me and talt me how I were gan ta make him an his friend weapons, free o’ charge, because the two o’ ’em were muscle fer ta gang leader known as ta “Great White”, a half giant what just busted his self outta jail, anta whole gang were on ta war path after someone done kilt their friends camp nearby, where they were holdin captured slaves. (I smiled a bit a’ that) He followed wi’ how I was also gon ta tell them anythin I knew about who that attacker may ha’ been.
He slapped his palm down on my anvil fer emphasis.
I lov ta ignorance o’ idiots. Ya don’t bully a bully ya great lummox!
I looked up, an I recognized him. That orc were the same one I traded fists wi’ the night I met Tannas. He had one missing tusk, ta same one I knocked out o’ him when I punched out his lights..I pulled ta tusk out a my hand, an wear it rount my neck as a souvenir now”.
He recognized me too, an started to say sommat ta his friend, so’s I decided ta give him a discount. I discounted 5 of his fingers from his hand wi my throwin axe.
He roared like a stuck pig, an his friend made ta draw a sword. I drew my spear out a the quench trough and ran it thru his leg and into the ground behind, pinning him in place. The spear were still hot from the forge, and sliced through him like he were warm butter. Then, while his friend were still screamin an holding his hand, I grabbed me forge hammer an broke his knees, ribs, an chin in 3 quick strokes. He went down.
The two of them more or less outta the fight, I casually grabbed me sword, glanced back at ta one I’d pinned wi ta spear, an made me way tae him, slowly.
“Yer goin about this wrong”, I said. “Ye don’t bully a bully les’ ya can back it up. Now me, I know lots o’ ways ta back it up. Let’s start small, shall we?” I said, eyein his jimmies. Ta orc blanched an swallowed.
I skinned his friends face off in front o’ him. Then threw what remained in ta forge.
“I’m gan ta let ya go”, I said. “So’s ya can tell yer boss, this “Great White” where ta look fer me. I’ll be waitin.”
I pulled ta spear outta him an let him limp away. He might bleed out before reaching his camp, still, I let him live. Generous o’ me.
They said this Great White were a giant. I’m na scared. I’m makin ready.
Sides, if he were a big tree, I got a small axe. An it’s sharp tae cut ye down!