"What do you mean I can't come in?!" The shrill, almost squeakily adorable voice came from somewhere around the portly tavern keep's stomach. The Gnome was barely over four feet tall, atop her dark hair perched a pair of goggles and slung across her back was a some how cute, yet wicked looking scythe. 

"You blew up my kitchen not a fortnight ago!" The man glowered down at the pink cheeked, black and purple clad creature in his door way. "You're a menace and you're not setting ONE SINGLE TOE back inside my tavern!"

"It's still standing isn't it?! It was ONE teeeeeeennnsssyyy explosion! I can't help it was a bad squirrel. The building's still standing, isn't it?! You're still using the kitchen!" Kollista whined, stamping one her foot to little sound effect. The bell attached to what appeared to be a collar around her neck jingled a little with the motion. She crossed her arms and stared down the man with heterochromic eyes, "I [i]need[/i] to get in to answer an ad for adventurers! YOU ARE SINGLE-HANDEDLY KEEPING ME IN GREENSPRING RIGHT NOW!!"

Several other patrons, those who had had the experience of meeting the little warlock in their own places of business turned to glare at the tavernkeeper at her loud proclamation. The large man turned several shades of red before finally standing aside murmuring various things about getting her out of town the sooner the better and pitying any party that picked her up. She didn't care. What did that silly human know about her, anyway? Nothing. Not a thing. She smiled sweetly and skipped inside, "Thank you. Hmm... I wonder who he could beeee~"