A shuffling form heads towards Vaulthuz's cave, sensing magic from within it. 
A cloaked figure stands in the mouth of the cave, peering in. It's massive hunched form shuffles into the shelter of the cave. At almost 10 feet tall and well over 5 feet in width, the figure is massive, yet it moves in a manner much like that of a cripple. Shuffling forward it speaks in a low growl as it's orange and black striped tail brushes against the ground behind it
"Is dere someone here? I felt... powerrrrr..."
Dark yellow eyes peer out from under the figures hood.

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The Woman sat at the bar, drinking from a large mug. She watches the bar with hazel eyes narrowed from under her horned helmet.
Her mouth is curled in a permanent frown as she eyes a burly man who has had too much to drink and has started to "flirt" with the server girls.
"Ah c'mon darlin!" shouts the drunk man. "Jus' a little kiss!"
The terrified serving girl, no older than 19, backs away holding her tray between herself and the drunk man as the man's friends laugh loudly.
"G'wan! Give 'im a snog!" shouts one
Most of the bar looks on uncomfortably on as the man backs the girl into a corner.
"No! Please sir! You've just had too much to drink! Leave me alone!" she cries
The drunk man grins stupidly.
"Arr, one ki- UGH!"
He grunts as the woman in the horned helmet and armor stands up and brings her mug smashing into his face. Drink slops onto the floor as the man falls over, clutching his jaw.
"Wot da! You bit- AGH!"
He hits the ground again as the woman's boot heel connects with his nose with a loud 'crack!'
"Stay down. I'll only say it once."
The woman speaks harshly, with a thick Nordic accent. She turns to the serving girl and speaks in a softer tone, yet one that holds great sway.
"Get out of here. I'll deal with this lot."
She turns to face the drunkard's friends as they stand up, drawing several knives.
"You'll pay fer what you did t'Jimmy!" shouts a thin, weedy looking man.
The woman snorts in derision and draws her own weapon. The men pale and begin to reconsider their choices as the woman draws a massive two-handed sword. Her tattooed hands tighten on the handle as she holds it ready and waits.
"Come on then. Let's get this over with." she snarls.
Two of the men advance cautiously but the third falls back, dropping his knife as he wets himself and runs out the tavern door, gales of laughter following him. Seeing their companion run only makes the other two men hesitate more, so the woman leaps into action.

She spins her sword in a blur, catching a empty chair and flicking at one of the men, bashing him in the head and stunning him. 
She advances on the other man, who seeing his companions felled and run away, suddenly feels beyond help. He falls to his knees, dropping his knife, and looks up at the woman who stands before him.
"Oh please! Please don't 'urt me miss! I never meant no 'arm!" he begs
The woman sneers. 
"Meant no harm? That's not what I saw. A decent man would tell his 'friend' to stop doing what your 'friend' did. You were prepared to watch him with that girl, I saw you laughing!"
"No please!" the man begs again, "I didn't mean it!" 
He lowers his face to the floor, cowering and groveling before the woman.
"You did mean it," growls the woman "And you'll pay the same price he did" 
A puddle grows around the man as he feels the edge of a blade against the back of his neck.
"No please... please!" he sobs.
"Huh. Nothing but a filthy coward." snarls the woman.
She seizes him by the hair and yanks him up as he yells in pain. She drags him over to a table and looks at him.
"Scum like you are what makes this land the hellhole it is."
She slams his face down against the table, shattering his nose. She then tosses a few coins to the stunned bartender as the crowd watches in awe.
"For the mess, and the drink."
The woman strides out of the bar and from outside, draws a cloak around herself and walks into the streets of the town