Man or Beast?

“There are two methods of fighting, the one by law, the other by force: the first method is that of men, the second of beasts.”-Machiavelli (The Prince)

((OOC-What makes a good man good and a bad man bad? Is it, as it often is with history, point of view and therefore the winner and recorder of history that names themself as 'good'? Just bringing it up because this story is from the point of view of four very different character and, from each of their minds, their own actions or justified--although one of the character's you'll meet may just be confused--from their point of view.Interesting pondering, that's all. Now to the good part, the entry))

Erik and the stranger entered the village. It was a busy place. Women bustled at a nearby stream, fervently washing the last load of laundry in time to prepare supper. Men split wood for the evening fire. Young boys parried with wooden sticks. Erik waved to another young man of his age.
“Who is that by your side, Erik?”
“Foreigner. Just arrived, I think.”
“My name is Jacob? Pleased to make your acquaintance, Monsieur.”
“I am Kyrus of Rochefou.”
“Welcome to Sowburry, Kyrus of Rochefou. Will you be staying at Erik’s?”
“No,” replied Erik, “He merely asked me to show him to the village. I fear I must now take my leave. As I said before, Monsieur, my parents will be expecting me.”
“Thank you for all your help,” growled Kyrus.
Erik swiftly hurried away, and after turning the block, ran all the way home.
Kyrus glared at Jacob, “Tell me boy, are there any inns in this here village?”
Jacob, now alone with the burly traveler, became greatly aware that all he wanted to do was be away. Something about the man discouraged badinage. “Yes, Monsieur, we have an inn two streets down. I would take you there but…my folks are expecting me as well.”
Kyrus frowned at him, unconvinced.
“You know, folks these days, do not want us young ones staying out too late, missing supper.”
“Go then.”
“Farewell, if I do not chance to meet you again, I hope you enjoy your stay in Sowburry.”
“I am sure I shall.”
Kyrus watched the boy go. Shaking his head, he laughed. It was an unnerving laugh, which raised the hairs on several villagers nearby. Smiling a crooked grin, he strode down the street toward the inn.