He had been working through the night, the clang of th hammer could be heard houses away.... When he heard it. Over the clang of metal against metal, the yells. " shit! The window! This isn't cheap!" the yells of the butcher acrossed the street. Cries of outrage, blows and oofs. He ran his fibers through his short hair wiping the spot from his hands on his apron and walking out, hammer in hand, " 'ey! What're ye doin'?" the men blink and then grin seeing the blacksmith. Van was known to be a stern man, strict to the rules, minded his own business for the most part. " we caught this filth breaking into our shop, broke a window too, we plan to take it put of his hide.... Whatever good his skinny little ass will do us" a boy is pushed forward, grabbed by his hair and face forced up, welts and bruises were forming.... A collar was still clamped around his small neck.