Bom dropped the block and walked away from the destruction. Don't give it another moment's thought.
He took off his jacket and examined it. He placed it in the stream, and scrubbed away at a troll fat stains, careful to not tear out the stiches and patches that held the threadbare outfit together. Bom was no longer angry. Instead he was miserable. In these recent times, his sense of pride, as well as his body, had taken several hard blows.
He silently slipped on his jacket, and walked back to the group.
He took off his jacket and examined it. He placed it in the stream, and scrubbed away at a troll fat stains, careful to not tear out the stiches and patches that held the threadbare outfit together. Bom was no longer angry. Instead he was miserable. In these recent times, his sense of pride, as well as his body, had taken several hard blows.
He silently slipped on his jacket, and walked back to the group.