"Yes, I do," both of the troublemakers said. As one of them grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him to the floor.
Ow, the boy cried he got the floor, he instantly tried to stand up but On of the boys kicked him. Then one of the grabbed him and pushed him in to the corner with the drunken crowd. "You idiots" he cried again. One of the boys began to punch him continually. The loudest thing in the room was heard was the boys screams.
Winder watched in horror as the young person was bullied by the troublemakers. He couldn't stand by and do nothing. He quickly got up from his seat, leaving his half-finished meal behind, and made his way towards the commotion.
" Leave him be" winder shouted at the sound of Winder's voice. The inn fell silent as the patrons turned to look at him. Even the troublemakers released their grip on the young person and stepped back, their expressions a mix of surprise and anger.
"What's it to you?" one of them sneered, attempting to regain their composure.
"He clearly doesn't want any trouble," Winder replied firmly, looking directly at the troublemakers. "Now step away."
The innkeeper, who had been observing the situation, approached the group with a stern expression. "You heard the man. Step away and leave the lad alone."
Reluctantly, the troublemakers backed off, their faces still flushed with anger. They exchanged glances before finally heading back to their own corner of the inn.
The boy stood up and tried to run court of the inn only to ram it to 5 knight entering. The lad fell to the floor with a bang. "Oops" said one of the knights as his friend bent down and help the boy up. "Are ok. Looks like some ones been beating you up." He said.
The boy rubbed his bruised arm and nodded, a tear streaming down his face. "Y-yes, they were bullying me," he stammered, his voice trembling.
The knight's friend narrowed his eyes at the troublemakers, his hand steady on the hilt of his sword. "Those cowards," he muttered, his voice filled with anger. "They won't get away with this."
The other knights, noticing the commotion, approached the group. They quickly assessed the situation and directed their attention towards the troublemakers who were now cowering in their corner. With a swift and united movement, the knights surrounded them, ensuring they couldn't escape.
Winder, still standing nearby, approached the boy with a concerned expression. "Are you alright?" he asked softly, offering a hand to help him up.
The boy took Winder's hand gratefully, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, sir," he whispered, his voice trembling. "You saved me."
Winder smiled warmly and shook his head. "No need to thank me. It's the least I could do. We all have a responsibility to stand up against bullying."
The innkeeper, who had been silently observing, nodded in agreement. "You're right, Winder. We should be creating a safe and welcoming environment for everyone."
The knights, having dealt with the troublemakers, returned to their previous seats and resumed their conversations. The inn gradually regained its lively atmosphere, the incident serving as a reminder of the importance of standing up for others.
Winder turned his attention back to the boy, his expression gentle. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked, his voice filled with compassion.
The boy hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. "No, sir. I think I should go home now. But thank you, truly. You've restored my faith in kindness."
Winder patted the boy's back reassuringly. "Take care, young one. Remember, there are good people in this world. Don't let this experience darken your spirit."
With a final nod, the boy mustered a small smile before slowly making his way towards the exit. Winder watched him go, his heart filled with a mix of sadness for what the boy had endured and hope for his future.
As the inn slowly returned to its bustling nature, the incident became a tale passed down among its patrons, a reminder of the power of kindness and the importance of standing up against injustice.