Soup spoons and plates flew overhead, and the inn quickly became chaotic. Meanwhile, the boy and the man sat in the corner, eating quietly.

"You'd better keep an eye on your groin, or you'll find yourself without balls!" exclaimed the enraged woman.

"Aye, curse you, woman!" exclaimed one man, immediately covering his lower area.

"The young lady happens to be leaving the estate and soon to board the ship to Coulson," the woman explained. "How about you come with me? We'll inform the young lady that you spit on her mother's grave!"

"I spit on yer' mother's grave!" retorted the man.

The boy froze, his grip on the fork slipping....