Bri sat at the corner table of the tavern, her booming laughter filling the room with a warm, infectious energy. Her emerald eyes gleamed with mischief as she slammed her mug of ale down, the foam spilling over the sides. She sat alone yet Bri could not stop talking."Ha-Ha! It's been a week and it's still fucken' funny!"She laughed with a roasted drumstick in her hands."I mean, you would be laughin' too, if you could, Miss Bonksly!"Miss Bonksly sat next to Bri's mug of ale on the table."It was so fucken' worth it! Ha-Ha! Me? Married to that short-bearded, balding, cock-gobbler bastard?"Bri bursted out laughing and pieces of chicken flew out of her mouth."Fuck 'em! Right, Miss Bonksly?"

Minutes pass and two thugs approached Bri, they looked mean and determined. The taller one talked first. Suddenly the whole tavern stopped and looked at Bri."You! Dwarf! Shut it already! We had enough about you! We don't like your kind around here! Leave, or I will make you leave!""Do you hear that, Miss Bonksly? They don't like your type in here!"Bri gently grabbed the handle of her mace, Miss Bonksly.The bigger of the two thugs stepped closer to Bri. Suddenly the dwarf let out a half burp, half battle cry and smashed Miss Bonksly into the big man's hip. The smarter of the pair was already running while the big one yelped, buckled and fell to the floor. And like nothing has happened, life and music returned to the tavern."You! Tavernboy! You, right? Do you have any dwarven beer? Bring me a fresh mug of Stonebrew. Fuck 'em all!"She giggled and gulped down the rest of her mug.