7
We stopped on the edge of the intersection and across the street from the quaint inn. The ruckus came from a gentleman who hurried down the gentle slope to our left. He was a giant of a man, being a head taller than even Caius, and with boots heavy enough that they left deep imprints in the muck. The man struggled along the road and pushed past the others who headed up the road.
They stumbled out of the way, but in their faces fear and concern was more prevalent than anger. Several of them shouted their worries to the burly fellow.
“What’s up, boss?”
“Something wrong with the mine?”
“What’s happening?”
The burly man paid them no heed as he stumbled onto the porch that ran along the front of the inn.
Gallo himself stepped out and frowned at the panting man who leaned against th
