Discontent lies heavily upon the village. The hunters are displeased and even Crannog, who is usually so patient, is frowning heavily whenever he sets eyes on the three.
Davick's attempt to slay one of the aurochs yestereve did not go unnoticed, nor have his tantrums and the constant bickering with Guvadan. The pair are insufferable when together! Unfortunately, Guvadan's amusement at Davick's anger along with his constant taunts and needling do nothing to calm the situation. Meanwhile Wolf becomes ever more petulant, frustrated and jealous and Marinette stands idly by allowing them to continue this shameful display of posturing and bad manners.
Unfortunately, their behaviour reflects badly on me due to the fact that they are my guests! It may well be as mother says and that she cannot be expelled from the village, but the same does not apply to me. My mother may be one of them, and I may also be to a point, but I was not raised here and am still considered an outsider by many. They are welcoming of me, certainly, but my place amongst them is by no means assured yet! That I asked for them to be admitted as my guests, that I assumed responsibility for their stay and that they consistantly disrupt the peace of our home - and in Davick's case outright disrespect our ways and food supply - is hardly enamouring them to my kin here and could very easily result in my expulsion along with them.
Selfish, the three of them! I would hardly walk into their homes, kick up a fuss, break their furniture and attack their pets, so why do they think it is acceptable for them to do the equivalent here? These open-flapped tents are no less other people's homes than those death-trap blocks back in Bree-land!
It was decided that we would leave at first light, and this time Marinette was left to deal with Davick's tantrums! Meanwhile, I was putting my effort into keeping Guvadan from intruding on their heart-to-heart and convincing him that it is a stupid idea to go out into a land of night-stalkers when they are at their most effective. Naturally, he whined about this decision time and again, even after I made it abundantly clear that if they wanted me as guide, they would wait until sun-up or go on alone.
Marinette eventually retired for the evening, leaving me to tell the plan to Davick who, being him, did not wait to hear it but instead wandered off to sulk somewhere. I can only assume that he did not recieve the words he wished to hear from her, which would be no surprise.
This left me to have a talk with Guvadan. I told him what I thought he needed to know of the situation he finds himself in so, if nothing else, at least he is forwarned. He assured me that he would not let slip of my origins back in Bree, which is all very well to say but somehow, after our lengthy discussion, I find myself trusting him even less than before. He is a fey and faithless creature who does not realise the damage he does.
To add insult to injury, that dratted elf showed his pasty face yet again! It tried to say that it had no further need of my "services." Services? My womb is not a service to be hired out to anyone! Nor is any of the reast of my body! Ugh! The very thought is enough to make me nauseous! It apologised, put on a sorry face and tried to give me gold as reparation for the terrible time it has put me through. As if a word, a pout and some money makes everything he has done and said perfectly alright! Truly that thing is derranged beyond compare. If there was ever anything I could hate, it would be that brain-damaged orc in elf's clothing.
