[center][h2]Thoris, The Ocean Shore[/h2]
[sub]All things considered, she tanked that pretty well.[/sub][/center]

     Ainra stepped back, a smug grin on her face. The old woman was stubborn as a rusty nail, but her big talk meant nothing compared to the satisfaction of watching her cheek swell and discolor from the blow, and her entire body quiver with shock. Ainra seemed immediately pleased, but wasn't about to let the hag have the last laugh, and she cracked her knuckles again.

     [color=forestgreen]"Wow, eighty years of pain, huh? Maybe they wouldn't hurt so bad if you weren't such an obnoxious little rodent. But hey, if you want to keep goading me, I can go ahead and make your left cheek match the right. But beating the hell out of you now won't be as much fun. If I flick you too hard now, your knees might just snap, Granny Granola!"[/color] She girl had herself a chuckle at her own joke, and looked over at the map Jenso was inspecting. [color=forestgreen]"Oy, Jenso. Where's the map say to go? The faster we get away from this place the better."[/color]