[right][sup][b]Location:[/b] [i]Adventurer's Guild, Venne[/i][/sup][/right]
[h3][color=#FF2A00]Freya Stonewall (Frieda Emberforge)[/color][/h3]
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While the guild staff tended to the mess, this gave Freya a moment to absorb her surroundings. Initially scanning the room with purpose for the one who caused the bloody mess in the first place. She caught wind of some particular developments in the crowd. One man's heartfelt laughter stood out from the rest; Someone seemed to be having a great time. That should be her, damn it! But how could she enjoy herself when there's a possibility of orc blood tainting her drinks?

Then what looked like a human child, barely taller than herself, was lifted up by a lamia's coil. By the way the girl appeared to be protesting, Freya wondered how it led to that. Next to them is the Ingvarr woman she was searching for, not far off from where she stood! She saw other fellow adventurers gathered around the Ingvarr. Couldn't hear them, but she imagined they were there to voice their complaints about the orc heads, no doubt!

The kind employee who went out of their way to wipe down her boots was not met with any gratitude. Instead, the dwarf woman's priorities were set to confrontation! Time to march over to that Ingvarr and give her a stern talking to! Maybe after some much-needed venting and baseless accusations, she'll return her thanks to the guild staff. Wouldn't be the first time.

[color=#FF2A00]“Oi! You! Fork-Head!”[/color] She aggressively called out, still clearly buzzed, judging by her unsteady balance.

[color=#FF2A00]“What's the big idea bringing something like [i]-hic-[/i] that in here?! Spillin' blood all over the floors, in our food, in our [i][b]DRINKS![/b][/i]” [/color] Freya emphasized heavily towards the end.

Freya was more or less seeking reassurance that her earlier drinks didn't contain any traces of orc blood. That would be...rather terrible if she did.

[@Octo]