Kapitel 184: Servant of the Axe, 84 - Survival, Not Always Simple

Chapter Type: Conflict (versus others)

The Jarl and most of the town were north of the gate.  I had been left behind to clean plates, dishes, table, and floor.  I was in the middle of that when it became a moot point.

"Fish oil.  Your order of fish oil."

I blinked.  True… we WERE out of fish oil; I suppose I'd need to learn new recipes to make use of it.

"Oops!" she said, dropping the barrel.  The lid came off, and it got EVERYWHERE.

"Gyah, my eye!"

"Burn, godless heathens!" cried someone.  I saw a torch arc into the room, and then it was hard to see anything.

"Burn, burn!" came the chant.  Mostly women, but not all.

Well, THIS was entirely too familiar.  I'd expected it to happen in the jarl's grand hall, and in retrospect should have expected the same to happen to the meeting hall.

Ignoring the fact that my left eye felt like it was on fire, I made my way through the actual flames to the fireplace.