Abigail heard the noise outside.  It was a marine, she was sure of it, making a big deal about nothing.  It was always nothing in this place.  Here, there were only sheep, and what could a sheep do to cause harm?  Bah too loudly?  What else?  Nothing came to mind right away, but with a little more effort she thought of how pleasing it would be to find a black sheep that really did bite the hand.  Now there was something she'd pay to see.  A smirk appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she raised a mug of beer to her lips, and had a drink to the black sheep who'd take off one of these damn marine's entire hand.  Things got busier on her third gulp of her drink.  Much more commotion outside.  "Hmmm?"  She put down the bitter brew, and arched an eyebrow towards the door where all the noise was coming from.  "Is there a little odd duckling out there?"  Her eyebrow flexed and she got up.  "Keep the change."  She said, tossing a few coins on at the bar, and heading out.  

The sun was up and burned at the pale skin which couldn't be tanned with an honest effort.  Outside, there was a large man, out.  He was a large man.  Not the biggest man she's ever seen, but he towered over her by a good fifteen inches.  It took a bit of time for her to recognize him, but eventually the skunk patter on his head brought it all back to her.  His name was skunker, or something like that.  She'd never put in any effort for figuring it out exactly, but the man was a well known bully in these parts.  He was strong, there was no doubt about it, she'd seen him fight a few times, but instead of using his strength on the front line to deal with bigger threats, he'd opted to stay around and pick on weaklings.    

"So a black sheep did go on and give one these dear fellows a good chomp on the fingers, and what looks like a hind kick to the nose."  She turned and looked at the gathering crowd.  "Anyone see who did this, and more importantly, know where I can find him?"