The whispers of the crowd grew louder as they watched the standoff between the short, grey-bearded man from the Horned Clan and the giant Tuscan warrior. A few tables away, a few veteran soldiers even began to place bets with many favoring the old man.
Looking down at the cluster of diminutive figures and hearing the whispers of the crowd, Ipiktok couldn't help but laugh at himself for the position he found himself in. If he wanted to, he could easily crush all four members of Heila's family with a single swat of his massive hand, and even if the old man was one of the greatest swordsmen to ever live, he had little reason to fear for his life. But in truth, he bore no hostility toward the Willow Whip's family.
