Within Minutes (INT Fail)

It begins almost benign, Tomas the Lugheaded coughs wildly but is laughed off by his compatriots as too lascivious with drink. The coughs give contest to hacks which shook the table. His wide arms grasped and clenched at his throat shaking and convulsing as his eyes became wider and bloodshot.

The two others ceased their laughter. Hunter sniffed the mead, then aimed his moth eyes at her before beginning to succumb to a bout of coughs too.

“Poison! That Witch poisoned us!” he shouted, then trying to gag himself into a vomit.

Kenneth was Sly but had no such wits and began to hack into a blued state.

The tavern became silent, everyone stared at the Havilah, already frizzed and sweating she could do no more than shake her head no while backing away from the hot bar.

Then it became raucous. Chairs screeched as they clamored out, all rushing the bar. Men of the town took no moment for clarity or justice. A man accused a woman, and her rights are forfeit.

A man with a staggering jaw and a cued aspect, took her by the chin as two old neighbors of her held the poisoner.

“Your mother would be so disappointed, though she was always a batty crone, a bitch of a scold. Seems she raised another woman to be an even grander wicked vixen.” The man shook himself as he whispered to her ear. The hands that gripped her tightly removed her will to speak back.

Clearing his throat, the man addressed the crowd. “Havilah Hanusøvska, I, Constable Jomot charge you with **** by poison and witchcraft. You will be subject to the cells, to await interrogation, subsequent and trial the next day.

Havilah looked out into the crowd, the people she had grown up around now booed and hollared at her with mockeries and degradations.

As she was dragged out of the tavern, she savored the sunlight, dappled as it was under the trees.