"Ha! HA! HA!" At a large table in the Lounging Goose inn Keth roared with laughter. His father had just finished telling him of the boar that had run Ivor up a tree, minus the bottom part of the lads breeches, and the huge half-orc had to wipe a tear from his eye.
"Come now. No need to be cryin'," His father scolded, a grin of mirth on his face. "I have given you and Ivor's bottoms more of a wuppin' than the boar had done to your brother. HA! HA!" He laughed and took a pull form his mug.
"Tsk," his mother sitting close to Keth chived her husband. "And you not worrying about the boys safety or the fact that I was the one who had to put in all the work fixing those breeches." A laughed burst from everyone, Keth's father spraying beer across the table.
The half-orc felt whole once more, sitting around the table sharing tales and food with his family. Besides his younger brother Ivor(17), there was his two younger sisters, Faline(12) and Star(8) and his older brother Travin(28) all sitting around the table. Along with Uncle Wade and his wife Eva, who held a newborn in her arms (their first child).
When Keth's eyes fell to the baby his smile left his face and he felt a coldness start to climb his skin. He shivered, and his mother felt it run through his body. She wrapped an arm through his and leaned in close. "You can no remember that day, ye were just a newly lad." she said putting her head on his shoulder. Everyone was silent and the half-orc thought of what to say to bring the smiles and laughter back. Somehow he did remember that day, and all to well.
"No, no. I was thinking if I was every that small?" he lied and he knew his mother knew.
"Well for a moment or two, and then you grew faster than all your brothers and sister." She looked up into his face knowing that it would get him to grin. She reached up and pulled his mouth open for all to see. "Especially your teeth. Your Pa and me weren't ready to try feeding a bear at the table, who would take a finger along with his food and not know the difference."
Keth's father holds up two fingers on his right hand where small scars cross them. "Oh I tried feeding you once. Once mind you, and that was enough for me!"
The table erupted in laughter once more.