Bullies and thugs

Of course they didn’t kill him, or he would not have been alive to sit at his desk and write a couple of weeks later. They knocked him unconscious and left him broken in body, and in spirit. That was the sort of Men they were, cared for no one but themselves and doing whatever they felt like. It wasn’t the Hobbit way, at least it never had been. He wondered a bit, with changing times and all that.