It was getting hard for Rapunzel to maintain her breathing. Everything about where Ravi had taken was just wrong. There wasn’t a single duckling in the Snuggly Duckling. The people here were nothing like ducklings. He did know there weren’t any ducklings here, didn’t he? Rapunzel only had her skillet for protection. Even Pascal shuddered and hid from their surroundings.
There was a smelly man covered in rats, a man with a hook, and a very intimidating little man touching her hair! She raced to the other side of the tavern in an attempt to hide in a corner, but she could only find more…scary men. None of these men had pointy teeth as far as she could tell, but they had pointy knives and that was bad enough. Not a single one of them looked happy to see her. Or Ravi.
Ignoring the continuous glares supplied by the Snuggly Duckling’s regulars, Ravi carefully watched Rapunzel brandish her frying pan around as she avoided the burly men that surrounded her. Putting on a concerned face as he contemplatively rubbed at the stubble on his chin, he followed her.
"Hey, you don’t look so good, Alka," he said, laying the worry thick on his voice. "Maybe we should get you home. Call it a day." He nodded as if agreeing with himself on such a great plan and started to excuse her back out toward the exit. "Probably be better off. This is a five star joint after all, and if you can’t handle this place, well, maybe you should be back in your tower.”
He was cut off as a thick hand pounded the inn’s wall, blocking the entrance. One of the thugs was staring daggers at Ravi as his open hand covered a flyer on the wall. “Is this you?” the hulking man growled out.
Familiar with the wanted poster, Ravi was more curious to see if they actually got his mug right. With no hesitation, he moved aside the thug’s finger, revealing an elongated nose on his profile sketch. “Aw, now they’re just being mean.”
Another thug pushed his way to them; his hook gleaming in the dim lighting of the inn as he chuckled darkly. “Oh ho,it’s him all right. Nikhil,” he called over his shoulder to another man with tattoos up his arms, “Go find some guards! That reward’s going to buy me a new hook.” His hook drew Ravi in close as the thief tried to look not as concerned as he felt since the attention now was turned to him.
A heavy hand grabbed Ravi by the shoulder and he was then pulled against another big man (who was really sweaty). “I could use the money,” the guy’s muffled voice insisted behind a burlap mask.
The giant thug from before started to complain and snatched Ravi away into a headlock of his own. “What about me? I’m broke!” Word of getting a reward spread through the inn quickly and hands started to reach out for Ravi, but the thug that he was currently handling him lifted his body above the crowd with no effort as he yelled, “Get back!”
"W-We can work this out," Ravi cried out, trying to stifle any signs of anxiousness behind his voice as he started to be pulled in many directions at once by the greedy men. "Gentleman, please!" As soon as he said that a ginormous fist was shoved in his face.