“I knew you were a senseless boy when I saw you, this just confirms it.”, snickered the old woman. “You even smell as dim-witted as you are, what foul creatures have you soiled yourself with?”
“Woman, I have had enough of your games, your riddles and that incessant laugh. I demand to know why you are in my home, why you torment me so with your hideous sense of humor and why you do not crawl back beneath the dung heap you came. I am finding no pleasure of becoming the brunt of your jokes. Leave my home, I have many things needing my attention. All of which is none of your concern.”
“I am not Woman, I am Myria and you possess my coin, that is my concern.”, came the old woman’s response.
“Your coin has brought me nothing but grief this day. I should have been practicing for the tournament today and instead I end up walking home, setting my skin afire and then destroying what little I have of a home.” Gonath reached into his pocket and held the gold piece before the wintry person. “Take this cursed thing and leave!”
The smile lifted from the woman’s face and serious gaze took it’s place. “Sit silent Gonath, we have much to discuss, the coin included. We must first remove the manure and its stench from your face and hands, I can not continue a conversation with you in that way. It seems I am not the only one that has crawled from beneath a dung heap.”