**Rumors have been flying around the Thorn like wildfire recently. Somthing seems to be... a little off between Lirandel and Felaion. Firstly, Felaion now bears a shiny, fresh, black, swelling lump over his right eye, forcing him to squint. When seen together, neither will look the other in the face, and both advoid conversation with the other. When they do speak, it's often snappy, and their tone is always cold. If questioned, neither will say anything other than "It's Personal". Adjanah hasn't been seen recently either. For those who are curious enough to want to find out, they can probe the locals for imformation...**
After some search, those Thorns who care enough to try and resolve this, will be pointed to a disturbence in the Comb and Wattle Inn, in Combe, on Monday the 21st of May. Eventually, a man is found: Tom Farmer, a Bree-Lander who saw what transpired...
Tom reports that he was inside the Inn that night, had been nursing an ale, and hadn't paid any attention to the glum looking fellow at the bar. That was of cource, until a very tall bloke, who must've been Lirandel, burst into the tavern. His mere presence, and fiery glare was enough to cause the brigands across the room to cower back, and the Barmaid scuttled away to the back rooms. Tom says he remained though, watching the pair from across the room.
The tall bloke grabbed the smaller man, and turned him around, growling somthing at him that Tom couldn't quite catch. It seemed serious, and the smaller man was backing away, stumbling into the bar before realising he had nowhere to go. Lirandel appeared to be giving Felaion a good telling off, somthing about 'dropping his girl' then 'flirting with the Luitenant'. Felaion was nodding, agreeing and apologising. Then Lirandel must've said somthing that hit Felaion deep. Felaion stood up, refusing to be intimidated. His voice rose, and he accused a 'redheaded girl' of being part of the problem. Lirandel's voice dropped, but got louder. He seemed calmer, but... colder.
Lirandel demanded to know what 'Adjanah' who must be the redhead in question had to do with all this, apart from her usual slander. Felaion retorted, growing more angry himself, and suddenly became larger, less feeble in comparison. He said that Adjanah had everything to do with it.
Suddenly it became clear to Tom, and Lirandel. Lirandel had accused Felaion of flirting with the Luitenant. Felaion had assumed he meant Adjanah. Lirandel had meant someone else.
The realisation hit Lirandel like a brick. More like a slab of ice. His face and his actions went deadly cold. It hit all of us like a freezing gust of wind. He slowly stated what Felaion had just said.
You...
Have been flirting...
With Adjanah...
Tom could see it before it happened. Lirandel's fist close and unclose. Suddenly it lashed out, smashing Felaion in the head with a resounding crack. The boy fell, clutching for the Bartop to keep himself from striking the floor. I saw blood.
Lirandel stormed out, a pillar of ice, and a cold wind flashing past.
He left the boy, alone, bleeding, crying.
Somthing hit Tom then. This was serious stuff. It was more than minds and blood levels.
This was from the Heart.
The problem, however remains.
What should an adventurer do when their captain is overwhelmed? What should an ally do when their friend is sinful?
What should the soldiers do, when their leader is unjust? What should a comrade do when their ally is tormented?
What should a Thorn do?