It was the beginning of another uneventful day as mandible crawled into the tavern, stone broke he was searching the floor for loose change. Luckily he found a few denars this day and, feeling his luck changing, he promptly emptied his just recently filled pocketbook on a pint of the house's best grog. Mandible then found a seat far away from the crowd and began sharpening his arrowheads as he nursed the foul smelling grog. Suddenly, the door swung open, and with a mighty thud it hit the patron closest to it knocking him and his half clothed wench to the floor.......ENTER the mighty Lewp, carrying a small satchel. With a loud growl Lewp snatched the grog of the closest patron and, kicking the terrified man from his seat, the mighty Lewp sat down. Witnessing such a vicious and all powerful act, many of the Tavern's patron cowered at their table, fearing making contact with the eye of Lewp.
Directly Lewp exclaimed, "What is that horrible noise."
It was well known to all the patrons that Mandible would often sit in the rear of the tavern and make a clicking noise as he sharpened his teeth, as an old boar hog sharpens its tusks, he would then use these same teeth to sharpen his arrowheads.
A tense and very fearful patron, stumbling to find words that would not annoy the mightily, majestic Lewp, declared, "Lewp, sir, that be Mandible....he is sharpening his cutting points with his teeth."
Lewp declared, "that is a horrible noise it must stop NOW!!!"
Mandible intent on his current activity, and lacking basic awareness, continued with his pursuit. Lewp becoming infuriated by the horrible clack clack screeeeeechhhhhh approached Mandible's corner of the tavern. The patrons smelling trouble took cover under their tables, for many knew the ire of Lewp, yet only rumors survived to speak of Mandible's anger when aroused.
Approaching Mandible's little corner of the filthy tavern, Lewp carelessly threw his satchel onto the table and declared, "you will stop that incredibly annoying noise NOW!!!!"
The satchel landed with a thud and slid into Mandible's Grog. As mandible reached to save his grog, the first grog he had been able to afford since traveling to Sekhtem early in the winter; and this now being summer, he broke one of his arrowheads on his teeth. Mandible became infuriated and was further angered by the fact that his mug had fallen to the floor spilling its entire contents. Mandible jumped up. Standing a head taller and a cow's ass wider than Lewp, the benevolent Mandible now turned insanely angry. Not much for talk or words of any sort, yet demanding satisfaction, Mandible slapped Lewp across his stonelike jaw. As Lewp's head recoiled from the vicious attack his fake gold grill, being just recently forcefully removed from its position covering the rotten teeth of Lewp, flew out the open tavern window. Lewp demanded Mandible exit the tavern to settle the matter (and to retrieve his fake grill, of course.)
As they turned to leave Lewp demanded of the closest tavern wench, "I will return in about 6 minutes, and I better find a freshly poured grog and YOU at my table."
Lewp and Mandible exited the tavern and quickly entered into a violent attack upon each other. As they rolled around, knotted up like lovers in SanFrancisco, they heard a loud explosion. Turning just in time they saw the tavern turned to rubble......and a man...........a man dressed in Black Lamellar...................... running from the tavern with what looked like a trigger mechanism in his hand. Lewp quickly grabbed his fake grill, and placing it back into his bloodied mouth he searched for his satchel. Finding its contents completely mashed Lewp, with revenge on his mind, pursued this stranger..........................
