When the Nexus toyed with Glenn, it did so in spectacularly cruel fashion. There was the time he had been drawing a hot bath, back when he was living in the Red Dragon Inn, and the Nexus had swooped in to take him away. When it finally deigned to return him, it dropped him into a bathtub full of cold water, fully clothed of course. Or there was the time he had been whisked away, right after Carley had been beaten down by Koyliak in their Fists of Fashion duels. It hadn't been his fault, but he still felt guilty about not being there for the little blonde elf, even to this day. As bad as those Nexus-nappings had been, the one that occurred last Sunday probably took the cake.
He had been sound asleep, slumbering on his futon in his barn, when all of a sudden, the Nexus decided to steal him from his bed and deposit him unceremoniously on the floor of the Red Dragon Inn, wearing nothing but his sleep clothes: grey boxer-briefs and a white t-shirt. Of course, this happened in front of a good number of his friends and acquaintances, as well as perfect strangers: Eless, Maeve, Hawk, Chryrie. Thankfully, he was able to get some more appropriate attire on relatively quickly. The kick in the gut, though, was when he realized he hadn't been wearing his necklace when he had been spirited away. He immediately panicked, keeping his head down whenever possible, refusing to look anybody in the eyes. Maeve noticed almost immediately, but others either didn't, or said nothing about it, despite the absolute terror that wracked him. Somehow, though, he managed not to blow up the Inn, or any of the people or things inside the Inn, which was nothing short of miraculous and curious for the carpenter. True, he had been finding lately that, in certain places, he could go without his necklace, and still have some semblance of control over his untamed gift. The Southern Glen, and even his barn. He hadn't been aware that the Inn was also one of those places. If he had been of a sounder mind at that moment, he would have filed that information away for later reference. But all he cared about then and there was making sure nobody looked at him too closely.
It hadn't helped that Rena and Piper had tried to do business with him. It would have been funny if it hadn't been so nerve-wracking. Trying to avoid Piper's gaze and still successfully talk shop was impossible, and as it turned out, he couldn't even make what she wanted him to make. It was only by the kindness and generosity of Maeve, followed by Carley's fortunate entrance later, that prevented Glenn from being reduced to a quivering, nervous wreck. They talked to him, took care of him, got him his green tea, and, when Glenn realized there was no way he could get home safely without risking a magical fireworks show (with him as the pyrotechnician), Carley had gotten him out of there as fast as she could and procured a room for him in the Inn.
That room, however, was the start of another interesting adventure for Glenn...
He had been sound asleep, slumbering on his futon in his barn, when all of a sudden, the Nexus decided to steal him from his bed and deposit him unceremoniously on the floor of the Red Dragon Inn, wearing nothing but his sleep clothes: grey boxer-briefs and a white t-shirt. Of course, this happened in front of a good number of his friends and acquaintances, as well as perfect strangers: Eless, Maeve, Hawk, Chryrie. Thankfully, he was able to get some more appropriate attire on relatively quickly. The kick in the gut, though, was when he realized he hadn't been wearing his necklace when he had been spirited away. He immediately panicked, keeping his head down whenever possible, refusing to look anybody in the eyes. Maeve noticed almost immediately, but others either didn't, or said nothing about it, despite the absolute terror that wracked him. Somehow, though, he managed not to blow up the Inn, or any of the people or things inside the Inn, which was nothing short of miraculous and curious for the carpenter. True, he had been finding lately that, in certain places, he could go without his necklace, and still have some semblance of control over his untamed gift. The Southern Glen, and even his barn. He hadn't been aware that the Inn was also one of those places. If he had been of a sounder mind at that moment, he would have filed that information away for later reference. But all he cared about then and there was making sure nobody looked at him too closely.
It hadn't helped that Rena and Piper had tried to do business with him. It would have been funny if it hadn't been so nerve-wracking. Trying to avoid Piper's gaze and still successfully talk shop was impossible, and as it turned out, he couldn't even make what she wanted him to make. It was only by the kindness and generosity of Maeve, followed by Carley's fortunate entrance later, that prevented Glenn from being reduced to a quivering, nervous wreck. They talked to him, took care of him, got him his green tea, and, when Glenn realized there was no way he could get home safely without risking a magical fireworks show (with him as the pyrotechnician), Carley had gotten him out of there as fast as she could and procured a room for him in the Inn.
That room, however, was the start of another interesting adventure for Glenn...