[color=a2d39c][b]~Maria~[/b][/color]

Things got a little better, then much, much, much, much MUCH worse, and in what seemed like a blink of the eye, Maria found herself yelling and screaming down the streets of Waeldeshore, leaving the shop completely unattended as she scurried after the scarred man, foreign lady, and a bizarre moving, burning skeleton. She didn't ever drink, but if and when things settled down, she would need something quite strong to calm her nerves. To know why the usually calm and temperate gentle-lady was hurling down the cobblestone in a monstrous and unseemly fury, a short recollection of events is in order:

We start with Maria, staring down the blade of a sword after healing the odd foreign lady who just bled all over her pristine counter. Already in a foul mood from the boisterous riff raff, Maria was having none of it. Thankfully, the gnome saved her from also bleeding all over the countertop, but as soon as the man lowered his sword, the foreign girl jumped up and ran out of the store, and the scarred man with him. The gnome followed. Maria blinked, confused for a second, then her eyes grew wide, and her face flushed with bitter rage. 

Damn bastards barging in, making a mess, getting healed, threatening to kill her (And there was nothing she hated more than when men tried to use their power to threaten her), lecturing her, then running off without paying!!

Understandably, Maria was a little bit upset, so she completely ignored the man with the bleeding arm who made his way towards her. She also ignored the hand with the burnt hand. She marched towards the door and she angrily called out for payment. 

And then suddenly the door to her store was on fire.

And then it was out, but still. [b][color=a2d39c]THE DOOR TO HER FUCKING STORE WAS BURNT NOW!?[/color][/b]

She looked a bit more like an anthropomorphic wild boar, hurdling after the group in a ball of rage, screaming at the top of her lungs, [color=a2d39c]"GET BACK HERE AND PAY ME FOR EVERYTHING YOU--"[/color] the rest of her tirade is not fit for the printed word. 

They had stopped, the man ran skeleton through till it lay extinguished and motionless, and if Maria was in a somewhat thoughtful mood, she would have stopped and been rather perturbed. But not this time. She threw herself at the tall scarred man from behind, attempting to strangle him, but instead hanging rather limply as her thin arms wrapped weakly around his broad shoulders. She continued yelling curses and profane epithets.

[@Elitestpotato] [@notdeadyet] [@ArenaSnow] [@GreenHood] [@Inertia] (Sorry Cassius :() [@Finnish] 

[color=8882be][b]~Jason~[/b][/color]

Around the corner, he saw his mother running, screaming, yelling down the street in a furious fit. He shrugged. This happened every now and then, or at least somewhat often. He turned back to the cloaked lady, still holding the ball of lint. 

[@IcePezz]