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The heavy wooden door slammed opened, all pairs of male eyes within the bar landing upon the neat, young woman in the doorway, eyes darting all over the room as if to be ready for any danger. With long brown locks twisted high into a bun, resting tightly on top of her head without a loose strand on show. The nasty looked sword rested on her hip, bouncing with every stride and the blue tint sending shadows in all directions, over her shoulder a large, well looked after quiver and bow upon her narrow right unloaded and yet ready for quick use.
Dangerous brown orbs glinted, a smirk growing in place of her otherwise unreadable expression.
"Piss off," she snapped, a flick of her wrist sending the staring men away with a clear dismissal.
She could be known as beautiful, despite the way her temper and hard personality carried those away. And the few that tried, well they didn't stay around for long.
Armour of warm brown and ivy green clinked together as she moved into the all male bar, clonking herself down on a stool and ordering a very unfeminine hard beer.
She shot back the drink without so much as a cough before ordering another and staring at its dirty glass rim.
"Hello pretty, can I get you a drink?" asked a rather good looking human as he sat beside her. Her brown eyes narrowed, glaring at the man.
"No," she snapped, turning back to her drink and taking a sip.
"Oh, come on gorgeous," he said, ordering her one anyway with a small gesture.
"I said no," she hissed, standing and moving away to the corner by the fire place and settling with her back against the wall.
He stood, heading over towards her again but she already loosened an arrow and missed his head by less then a hair.
"Next time, sweetie," she said sweetly "I wont miss."
The man blinked in shock, suddenly finding a thick arrow just above his head. Sending her a half-scared glare, he headed back to his own table to his laughing mates. He didn't doubt for a second that next time she wouldn't miss.
"She's insane," he muttered to his friends, looking over his shoulder at the grinning lady, fingering an arrow and studying him before shuddering and getting back to his drinks.
Slowly, everyone else followed suit. Though, taking turns to glance at the odd, highly talented woman.
Downing the last of her beer, she quickly ordered another. It was hard for one of the elven kind to get drunk, their bodies to adapt to be destroyed against such a weak drink.
The heavy wooden door slammed opened, all pairs of male eyes within the bar landing upon the neat, young woman in the doorway, eyes darting all over the room as if to be ready for any danger. With long brown locks twisted high into a bun, resting tightly on top of her head without a loose strand on show. The nasty looked sword rested on her hip, bouncing with every stride and the blue tint sending shadows in all directions, over her shoulder a large, well looked after quiver and bow upon her narrow right unloaded and yet ready for quick use.
Dangerous brown orbs glinted, a smirk growing in place of her otherwise unreadable expression.
"Piss off," she snapped, a flick of her wrist sending the staring men away with a clear dismissal.
She could be known as beautiful, despite the way her temper and hard personality carried those away. And the few that tried, well they didn't stay around for long.
Armour of warm brown and ivy green clinked together as she moved into the all male bar, clonking herself down on a stool and ordering a very unfeminine hard beer.
She shot back the drink without so much as a cough before ordering another and staring at its dirty glass rim.
"Hello pretty, can I get you a drink?" asked a rather good looking human as he sat beside her. Her brown eyes narrowed, glaring at the man.
"No," she snapped, turning back to her drink and taking a sip.
"Oh, come on gorgeous," he said, ordering her one anyway with a small gesture.
"I said no," she hissed, standing and moving away to the corner by the fire place and settling with her back against the wall.
He stood, heading over towards her again but she already loosened an arrow and missed his head by less then a hair.
"Next time, sweetie," she said sweetly "I wont miss."
The man blinked in shock, suddenly finding a thick arrow just above his head. Sending her a half-scared glare, he headed back to his own table to his laughing mates. He didn't doubt for a second that next time she wouldn't miss.
"She's insane," he muttered to his friends, looking over his shoulder at the grinning lady, fingering an arrow and studying him before shuddering and getting back to his drinks.
Slowly, everyone else followed suit. Though, taking turns to glance at the odd, highly talented woman.
Downing the last of her beer, she quickly ordered another. It was hard for one of the elven kind to get drunk, their bodies to adapt to be destroyed against such a weak drink.
