[color=598527]"Just another day on the job."[/color]

Morada grumbled through clenched teeth. She stood outside The Flopping Lightningfish, not that Morada could read the sign. A tavern filled with washed up fools and day drunks. Her least favorite kind of people. But the ale was good so she couldn't complain. Morada shoved the door open, causing it to swing against the adjacent wall. The bell above the door jingled cheerfully, contrasting sharply against the crash of the door. A barmaid with a plastered on smile, and cloth stuffed down her shirt, began to turn around to greet Morada. But as soon as she saw who, or what, was in the open door her smile quickly pressed into a hard line. Her eyes filled with fear. 

Bright yellow eyes scanned over the crowded Tavern, those who were sober quickly looked away or appeared busy. 

It didn't take Morada long to locate her target, sitting alone at the far end of the bar. He was a greasy looking human man, slicked back black hair with an ever present smirk on his face. Morada made her way down the bar, people eagerly moving to let the Half-Orc through. The man glanced up at Morada out of the corner of his eye, but made no reaction. Even as people around him were scrambling to move out of her way the man still looked confident. 

[color=598527]"Oi."[/color] Morada finally spoke, her voice low and rough. [color=598527]"Pay up."[/color]

The man slowly turned his head upward, still smirking. 

"I do believe that you have the wrong guy, Greenskin. And if I did owe money I certainly wouldn't trust it in your hands, so why don't you run back to whoever holds your leash and tell them to send someone more...civilized." 

Morada saw red. Her upper lip curled up in a snarl as she moved with surprising speed for one her size. She grabbed, by the roots, a fist full of the mans hair. His expression turned, very quickly, from cockiness to fear. But it wasn't enough to satisfy Morada's rage.  

With a roar Morada slammed the mans head, face first, into the bar. She pulled it back, only to slam it down a second time. She could hear his nose snap from the force, and the streaking and flying blood was a nice touch. On the third trip down Morada stopped this time, mere centimeters from the bar top. She felt him tense and brace for an impact that wasn't coming, and she smirked.  

She leaned down next to his ear, smirking still. 

[color=598527]"Hows abouts you pay early next month, and I won't have to find you again."[/color]

The man nodded feverishly, as far as he could nod with Morada still keeping her vice grip on his hair. Morada stood back up straight. 

[color=598527]"Good."[/color] She grumbled, releasing her grip on his head and watching him smack face first into the bar. 

As the man was still recovering from the beating, Morada tore his coin purse right off his belt. 

[color=598527]"I'll be taking this. Thank you for your cooperation."[/color]