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Long ago in a quiet town a young girl shrouded in a dark cloak found her self wandering into the towns only Tavern. She sauntered up to the bar and placed an order for hot tea. The kind bartender gave her a a sweet smile before turning to make her tea. The girl then turned around and glanced around the bar at all the patrons. Most appeared to be locals, but a few appeared to be travelers just like her, but still none where who she was looking for.

A girl comes in and heads to the bar and asks for a beer. She gets the beer and takes it to a table and she sits at the table and puts her hoodie over her face. She takes a small sip of her beer. whoa this place is pack today good thing I'm only staying for a little while not for so long. She thought to herself

The girl watched as yet another young girl walked into the bar and took a seat after grabbing a beer from the bartender. Then just as the girl got up from her seat and was preparing to leave the door to the tavern swung open and in walked a giant of a man. He wore a mean scowl on his face and his mere presence made the entire tavern quake with silence. "Oh No" The bartender said as she looked from the man to the girl. "Thats Golther, and he doesn't take kindly to strangers sitting at the bar. You best leave as soon as possible" She whispered but by the time she finished it was to late for this Golther slammed his hand down on the bar next to the girl,causing just about everybody in the building to jump and look. "Hey there, pretta lada , what do ya think yur doin sittin at ,me bar" He said with what sounded like the intellegence of a 5 year old.

Despite the size difference between the two, the girl didn't seem phased by Golthers presence as seen by her reaction of just pulling out her wallet and paying for her tea.

The girl puts her drink down and heads towards glorer. "Hey how about you pick on someone your own size" the girl said Asher hoodie covered her eyes and the scarf she was wearing covered her nose. "Leave the girl alone or I'll fight you" she said.

Kicking back his chair, Stillwater rose and smiled at the ensuing chaos, "How dreadfully droll. You look like an intelligent young lady and I would hate for you to sully your hands on this brute." he glanced over at Golther, "Do me a favour, dear boy, and sit down won't you? You're making the place look horribly untidy."

He flicked a few coins to the bartender and grabbed some drinks, splashing one down in front of the brute, "Drink is on me, dear boy. Do play nicely now, the last thing you want is to make this a bigger scene than it needs to be. Trust me." The last two words were laced without even the smallest hint of malice, and yet the tone of his voice evoked confidence in his ability to make good on his words. Stillwater made his way over to the young lady.

"Pray forgive the brute. He's a few stones short of a rockery, if you catch my drift. A bit rough around the edges, but probably not a complete moron if he knows what's good for him." Stillwater smiled at her, "Allow me to settle your bill."

The young girl barely looked at the man who spoke to her before Golther grabbed the drink before him and through it against the wall. Golther than grabbed the man's shirt and lifted him up. " Eh boi, who yer thing yer tawkin to." Golther said in his oh so intelligent way. "this ere be me bar.. yas can-t tills me wha to dos in me on bar"

As this occurs the young hooded girl simply ignores the farce and starts heading for the door, but as she does Golther notices and turns his words towards her " Eh wer ya think ya's going, I ant dun with ya yet" he said as he grabbed the beer of the man he was holding by the shirt and chucked it at the girl.

The girl turned and in what seemed like the blink of an eye the bottle shattered in mid-air and the hand that golther was using to hold up the man was ripped clean off. As Golther started to scream everybody looked from him to the girl, who was now holding up a long bow aimed towards Golther and the bar. Everybody then looked back the the screaming golther and on the wall behind the bar was his hand pierced and was now hanging on the wall by an arrow.

Snow wolf got mad and wanted to punch gotherl in the face until the other girl shot him in the hand with a arrow. pretty cool shot. She thought she tapped the girl on the shoulder but backing up to. "Hey my name is snow wolf what's yours" she asked the girl.

Talayna reached what seemed to be a Tavern, her bones aching and muscles tired from her long walk. Down the mountains she had come, her path was not set in stone and she though this looked like a good place for rest and respite while she tried to decide what she should do with herself - formulate some sort of plan you might say. Upon entering the Tavern she blinked as her reddish brown hues took in all the customers. It seemed some sort of fight had gone on just before. Well.. maybe she could still get a drink.

Sliding into a chair in the corner she lifted a hand, hoping to catch the eye of the bar tender. Yes, some cider sounded just right. She let a sigh huff from between her red lips and looked down at the table before her, her thoughts her own but the conflict within her possibly showing upon her furrowed brow.

She heads back to her seat and drinks her beer again she puts a mask over her face so no one could really tell who she was and what she was carrying with her then she puts her drink down and hopes no one knows who she really is.

A giant cloaked figure enters, a bit taller than Holter he Sits at the bar next to golther, he speaks a weird tongue

He then speaks in a very low grumble"is this seat taken lad" he chuckles at the screaming Golther

The cloaked figure asks for a cup of honey bread morrow mead and then sits over by snow with his drink"and who'd ye be lassie" he growled in a snarling tone

She looked at the person. "Why should you ask they send you on a haunt" she said laughing.

He pulls of the cloak and reveals that he is a huge terrifying orc, with the thirst of blood in his eyes you realize he is a beserker and you DON'T want to mess with him"what did ye say lessie, me ears were a bit off" he weilds his axe in his hand

She looks at him with her hoodie still up and her mask still on. "Nothing really I thought you were never mind you just looked familiar that's all" she said looking away and pulling out her notebook and writing in it.

"Who'd I look like lass, huh" he stands up and grumbles"who" he is not in a good mood you can tell

"No one now may I please have piece and quite so no one thinks I'm a freak" she says under her voice.

He sits down and chugs the drink, not affected by it, he seems to be sobbing silently, he wipes his face hesitantly and drops the axe, then he folds his arms and buries his head in them

You hear his broken mumble"I'm so sorry, mirela, okbar, I failed you" he weeps silently

2 men in cloaks approach Grulbag from behind, they both pull out daggers