I have heard--the men in the tavern were having the time with a young teen girl who found the bottom of a wine mug too often. The men meant no real harm, but the look in her eyes told a different tale, as her attempts to leave were blocked which corralled her in the center of the room. Her "please" for mercy fell on the drunk crowd. The laughter was rough, deep and wild as her purring voice unleashed the men's childish fantasy's kept hidden from 'the wives.'
At the table, her younger sister was held back by massive hands--she yells without fear of retribution at the breech of morality and dignity. Finally, her teeth dug into the thick hairy hand gripped at her forearm--the release lead her quickly to her sisters side. Now both sit huddled on the ale stained floor.
To the sisters, its now clear the wisdom of their parents about "Those filthy places." And 'why' not to sneak out of the house, what the fear is, and what happens from drinking ale or wine.
Suddenly! There was silence. As everyone watched the sannyasin walk through the entrance calmly. After seeing the sisters on the floor, he said, "Ahh! Gale! Clare! Found a few good men, have ya?" he jested, then ordered water and left the tavern. He said nothing of the scene nor to anyone while the girls slowly stood and ran from the tavern.
Outside, the girls approached Ip'id. They said, "Thank you, sannyasin. Those men are beasts!"
He said, "All men need but a second to observe their true potential, and you your parents wisdom."