Riona Galsette: The Roxey Village, The Roxey Inn. --4E 201


The lively girl smiled from ear to ear despite the ringing in her noggin. The bartender had a sack of coins from the community collection he pulled out from a coffer underneath the counter and spoke. "Is the undead menace really gone?" His voice a mix of a strong yawn and surprise. 

"Whatya take me for!?" The small woman's left eyebrow raised. Whit a gleam in her eye she made a swipe at the sack but a large burly man with a stained apron and greasy hand caught her wrist before she could claim the hold with her grubby little fingers. Before she could snap back at the larger male a stranger rose his voice to the main desk directed at her. 

"Forget what!" She barked with her smile contorted to bare her fangs. An old elf now came into the trading of words with his own to throw in. Riona was not happy. To her, it all of a sudden seemed like these country bumpkin were out to chest her out of coin and dignity. A step back and a hand on her knife, she took to all those close by with an angered look. "Not men enough for the undead but more than macho for a small girl!?" Terrible judge of character and even worse at body language the Breton thought herself swindled yet again for her small stature. 


"You no-good-" 

Her fist gripped thin air as she felt her prized crossbow missing at her side. A sinking feeling made a heavy presence in her stomach as she realized the unfair odds she was up against but before she could spit another curse the barman spoke; "No need for any of that here." His eyes sharpened on her blade and the larger male clutched a rolling pin. "Show us the body of the creature and due pay is well earned." 

Like a tone of steel his words settled her ire. Quick though it may have been, she had been cheated times before and would not allow another notch of stupidity mark her belt. 

"Animal." An elderly woman scoffed at the riled brunette as she passed the front counter with broom in hand beginning her morning chore. Riona's face flashed from red to a light pinkish color. The women folk eyed her unruly demeanor with batting eyes and murmurs that required no guessing to the eye. Twice now the girl had made a scene of herself with ill conclusions and twice her embarrassment served as a punishment for the awkward exchange.