The door practically burst open. Standing behind it, a ferocious grin on her face, was a tall, flaxen-haired woman wearing what looked to be an oversized suit of armour, what could only be described as a bear skin rug thrown across her shoulders. "Innkeep!" She practicaly roared as she strode into the establishment. "The night has been good! A tankard of mjðd, if you would please!" A flutter of snow followed behind her as she entered, laughing as she took a seat down by one of the tables and let a gigantic axe fall down to the ground next to her. Her face was unblemished and quite pretty, but had had a long smear of blue bodypaint daubed in a gash vertically over her left eye and down to the jaw.

She would slide her hands out of a set of huge metal gloves adorned in glowing runes, the green light behind them fading as they disconnected from the main suit with a hissing clunk. The cape would come next, the heavy fur falling into a heap by her side and she stretched out with almost casual ease, the weight of her causing the booth she had located herself on to groan slightly in consternation.