Journey to Lands Far Far Away (RP)

Upon entering the street and seeing the distracted state of the angry mob, Ezmaray puts some space between herself, Albert, and Theo. She clenches her fist and still approaches the mob with haste, but from a slightly different angle, hoping to disguise the fact that she is associated with the delivery men.

She waits to act further until she learns more.

Albert steps forward and tries to get in front of the men "What's going on here, guys?" He asks. "This man is to be my coach driver. What did he do?" He tries to look as clueless as possible.

Albert takes a deep breath. Annoyed by the way these people are ignoring him he decides to make his voice boom as he has heard many times in the past from the priests in the temple of Raynor. They had a special technique to fortify their voice to be heard clearly when talking to large crowds. Hopefully he's still got it.

"Stop this madness at once, in the name of Raynor, god of conquest!"

Roald steps closer to Albert, hand on his sword.
''Well,... 'With' is putting it too strongly but he is supposed to drive us from this town''
Roald's tone is friendly, not aggressive. ''Why are you parading him around like that? If I may ask. ''

Watching unnoticed from the sidelines, Ezmaray snorts. She unfolds her arms, builds herself up, and strides forwards aggressively.

"And no one will give sounder whooping than his loving wife!" she growls. She reaches out to grab Humphrey roughly by the hair.

"Hello, darling..." she snarls threatening. She turns to the men holding him up. "I will handle from here."

"Do not 'hello gorgeous' me!" the trapper yells, landing a loud smack across his face with her muscled arm.

Ezmaray does not intend to cause Humphrey much in the manner of harm. That said, she does not have to try very hard to act offended. She has never been looked at or spoken to in such a fashion, and something inside bristles with discomfort.

She turns abruptly to the butcher. "Rest assured. When I am done with him, he will not be seeing straight!" Ezme turns and starts dragging the hapless man down the street by his hair. Though she barely knows the fellow, a small part of her experiences some schadenfreude as the apparent womanizer yelps and squirms.

"Trust me, gentlemen. There is no worse punishment than to be handed to your wife. See how he's squirming even more than when you were dragging him off?" He looks the guys one by one, giving them a knowing look. "Now, how about we discuss this over a pint, huh? And we'll make sure Humphrey here never does it again. Whatever it was."

Ezmaray drags Humphrey around a corner and out of view of the public, then dumps him unceremoniously on the ground. She squats next to his prostrate form and, brows raised, she gives him a long, serious look.

"I stepped in to help you. Man who messes with other man's wife -- he does not deserve tarring and feathering. But he does deserve good smacking, and I do not apologize for that."

Roald watches the spectacle with a grin on his face. He knows of Humphreys reputation so he is quite certain Humphrey is getting what he deserves. The best thing to do now is getting back on the road and out of this town as quick as possible.
He has no interest in spending the...
''What time is it ? How long did I sleep?''
... Noon? in a bar.
'' Theo, can you accompany Albert? I will check on Ezme. Let's meet back at the inn in an hour. I'll ask the innkeeper for some food for the road, and then we can be on our way''

Roald is leaving out the part that he is not sure if he still wants Humphrey coming along. That man is trouble...

Stepping around the corner, Roald sees Humphrey getting scolded at by Ezme. He takes a step back so they wouldn't be disturbed by his presence. Again he can't keep himself from smiling.

Ezme is looking as if she can go on till evening. When the show is not amusing anymore Roald walks into sight and tells them everybody is meeting at the inn in a short while.

Unsettled, Ezme narrows her eyes in response to Humphrey's question about who she is.

Everything about his body language is strange to her. It didn't seem like he was mocking her. But if he wasn't, it meant he was lumping her in with all the other ladies he presumably fooled around with, which means...

Was this place really as Richie had suggested? From her observations, the ladies in these parts still seemed to dress more "womanly" than she did, but they also acted bolder, went out on their own, and generally had more independence than back home... (Goddess knows, none of her sisters would ever be in a situation where someone like Humphrey would have the opportunity to make moves on them!)

Did Humphrey actually think she was attractive? Despite her outrage over his demeaning behavior, it was a flattering idea -- the thought that someone could view her in that light. But then, thinking back on Aarov's deceit...

She shoves the hope away, snuffing it to the best of her ability. Best not to trust anything...

"Call me Ezme. House Felder. I am trapper from Dalhurst, hired to help your crew travel... But know this: I will not fall for rakish man with big smiles and batting eyes. Now up with you." She steps back, allowing him space to rise, then glances over to see Roald approach.

She nods and walks with Roald and Humphrey toward the inn, suggesting they avoid any main streets so as to not attract any unnecessary attention to Humphrey. She subtly glances at Humphrey, trying to read his response to her rejection.