Dane"What the heck ish thish!"
From the Talgan's mug, a tiny figure emerges and exclaims in an equally tiny voice, hands clenched irritably over her head. The area around the bar quiets down as a handful of drunken eyes stare confoundedly at the naked creature emerging from a man's drink. Oblivious to the stares of the bar's patrons, Aes'tille angrily rubs her eyes and glares up at the man hovering over her long soaked bedroom. His appearance was almost monstrous, with scaly skin and a rather creepy hairdo to match. None of this actually stood out to the tiny knight, who instead immediately latched onto the first detail she could notice-
"You! Pointy-eared guy! What'r you looking at, huh?!"
Ignoring the fact that she possessed even pointier ears than the man sitting above her, it was immediately evident that she was under the influence of alcohol. Her dragonfly-like wings fluttered experimentally as she drunkenly pulled herself out of the mug and unceremoniously fell off the edge. Still, the tiny princess wouldn't let that stop her, as she quickly rises into the air in front of the man's face and unsteadily hovers at eye-height to glare him straight in the eyes.
"You don't look sho tough! Who do you think you are, pouring that shtuff right unto mhy head!"