Styrmsthal rubbed his eyes and sighed, a great gusty exhalation. Finally he'd caught a thread, but he was unnerved by the dark places it surely lead.
"Aye, aye, 'pay afore play' an' th'like. Ye'll wait fer me, an' ye'll wait right 'ere," and he jammed his finger against the creaking, whining table. "I come back t'an empty chair, an' I'll be tearin' this 'ole town down aroun' yer godsspitin' 'ead, I will."
He tapped the side of his head then and said, "Yers ain't a face I'm like t'be forgettin'."
He stood up and stomped outside, disappearing back into the foggy dark like a mountain in the rain.
"Aye, aye, 'pay afore play' an' th'like. Ye'll wait fer me, an' ye'll wait right 'ere," and he jammed his finger against the creaking, whining table. "I come back t'an empty chair, an' I'll be tearin' this 'ole town down aroun' yer godsspitin' 'ead, I will."
He tapped the side of his head then and said, "Yers ain't a face I'm like t'be forgettin'."
He stood up and stomped outside, disappearing back into the foggy dark like a mountain in the rain.
