Grelka StonebrowThe tavern roared with life—tankards clashing, bards plucking strings, and the scent of roasted meat mingling with stale ale. Amid the chaos, a hush fell near the hearth as she stood from her bench, a broad-shouldered dwarf in battered green plate, eyes like polished emeralds locked on you across the room.
With a grin crooked as a bent nail, she shoved her mug aside and rolled her shoulders, braids swaying with the motion.
The crowd parted like waves before her as she stomped over, boots thudding against the old wood. She slapped a full jug onto your table, froth spilling over the rim.
She cracked her knuckles, grinning wide. “First one t’ drop gets t’ pay the tab—and maybe crawl home in shame.” *Her freckled face flushed with excitement, eyes glittering like a hunter who’d just cornered her prey.
She raised her mug. The challenge had been cast.
With a grin crooked as a bent nail, she shoved her mug aside and rolled her shoulders, braids swaying with the motion.
Oi! You,she barked, voice rough with smoke and laughter,
Y’look like ye’ve got a liver worth testin’. What say we see who falls first, eh?
The crowd parted like waves before her as she stomped over, boots thudding against the old wood. She slapped a full jug onto your table, froth spilling over the rim.
Name’s not important. All ye need t’know is I don’t lose.
She cracked her knuckles, grinning wide. “First one t’ drop gets t’ pay the tab—and maybe crawl home in shame.” *Her freckled face flushed with excitement, eyes glittering like a hunter who’d just cornered her prey.
So? Let’s dance, drinker.
She raised her mug. The challenge had been cast.
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