It had been a restless night for Steel Wolf, despite her being in her usual room at the Drowning Wench. Still, her mind was racing before she laid her head down, which had not been conducive to a good night's sleep.
The sounds coming from outside her door were not helping the matter, either.
It had started innocently enough, though bafflingly. A long, slow creaking noise. Then a long pause. Then another, this time shorter and sharper. She thought afterward she had heard some giggling. Then another pause. Another croak, first low and deep, then rising in tone as if wood were being bent sharply. This had been met with unmistakable giggling.
It was about ten minutes of this before Steel finally had enough and had to investigate.
She hurriedly threw on a long overshirt to cover herself and slowly opened her door, peering through to spy what was going on. Just a bit up the hall, outside her door, were two Hyur and a Lalafell, all gathered around themselves in a small circle, muttering to each other.
"Right then...yer turn." ,spoke the blond-haired Hyur.
"Gimme a damned minute, I'm still workin' on up!" ,replied the black-haired Hyur.
"Oi oi! I got one I got one!" ,interjected the Lalafell, hopping a couple of times in apparent excitement. The two Hyur hushed as the Lalafell bent himself double, eyes wrenching shut in apparent concentration. Then, a long, loud flatulent blast came out of him, ripping across the air. The threesome dissolved in to mad laughter, both Hyur patting the Lalafell on the back in congratulations.
Steel's teeth gritted as she swung the door wide, the wood of the portal slamming noisily against the wall of her room as she stormed forth. "Oi! What in th'seven bloody hells are you doi--?!"
It was then that the horrid stench greeted Steel's nose. It was like a burning peat bog and a congregation of Morbols had conspired together to make the air unbreathable. Steel gagged visibly, stumbling back as the malodor offended her backwards. This was met by even more howling laughter from the trio.
Steel glared furiously at them as the blond-hair stepped forward. "Beggin' yer pardon, miss! Just 'avin a bit of sport after a solid night's drink, ey? Surely yer not goin' to stand in th'way of a contest?"
"Oh, aye. And here's yer prize."
Steel swung at the blond-hair, clapping a huge fist across the man's face. He fell like a bag of wet sod, thudding on to the ground. The other two stood, dumbstruck, giving Steel the opportunity to close distance. She landed an uppercut on the second Hyur, the momentum of her charge carrying forth in her swing. The black-hair was sent flying, landing noisily on the hall floor. He staggered to a scrabbling run, hands and feet blurring as he fought through the fog of her strike to get away. The Lalafell, meanwhile, had already made a headstart, running up the hall in terror before he could be punted out of the window.
Steel closed her eyes and growled, shaking her head at the sight. She turned and walked past the sprawled out form of the blond-hair, who groaned as she walked by.
"...I...can see up yer shirt..." ,he spluttered.
Further observations were silenced by a sharp strike with Steel's foot across the man's jaw.
The sounds coming from outside her door were not helping the matter, either.
It had started innocently enough, though bafflingly. A long, slow creaking noise. Then a long pause. Then another, this time shorter and sharper. She thought afterward she had heard some giggling. Then another pause. Another croak, first low and deep, then rising in tone as if wood were being bent sharply. This had been met with unmistakable giggling.
It was about ten minutes of this before Steel finally had enough and had to investigate.
She hurriedly threw on a long overshirt to cover herself and slowly opened her door, peering through to spy what was going on. Just a bit up the hall, outside her door, were two Hyur and a Lalafell, all gathered around themselves in a small circle, muttering to each other.
"Right then...yer turn." ,spoke the blond-haired Hyur.
"Gimme a damned minute, I'm still workin' on up!" ,replied the black-haired Hyur.
"Oi oi! I got one I got one!" ,interjected the Lalafell, hopping a couple of times in apparent excitement. The two Hyur hushed as the Lalafell bent himself double, eyes wrenching shut in apparent concentration. Then, a long, loud flatulent blast came out of him, ripping across the air. The threesome dissolved in to mad laughter, both Hyur patting the Lalafell on the back in congratulations.
Steel's teeth gritted as she swung the door wide, the wood of the portal slamming noisily against the wall of her room as she stormed forth. "Oi! What in th'seven bloody hells are you doi--?!"
It was then that the horrid stench greeted Steel's nose. It was like a burning peat bog and a congregation of Morbols had conspired together to make the air unbreathable. Steel gagged visibly, stumbling back as the malodor offended her backwards. This was met by even more howling laughter from the trio.
Steel glared furiously at them as the blond-hair stepped forward. "Beggin' yer pardon, miss! Just 'avin a bit of sport after a solid night's drink, ey? Surely yer not goin' to stand in th'way of a contest?"
"Oh, aye. And here's yer prize."
Steel swung at the blond-hair, clapping a huge fist across the man's face. He fell like a bag of wet sod, thudding on to the ground. The other two stood, dumbstruck, giving Steel the opportunity to close distance. She landed an uppercut on the second Hyur, the momentum of her charge carrying forth in her swing. The black-hair was sent flying, landing noisily on the hall floor. He staggered to a scrabbling run, hands and feet blurring as he fought through the fog of her strike to get away. The Lalafell, meanwhile, had already made a headstart, running up the hall in terror before he could be punted out of the window.
Steel closed her eyes and growled, shaking her head at the sight. She turned and walked past the sprawled out form of the blond-hair, who groaned as she walked by.
"...I...can see up yer shirt..." ,he spluttered.
Further observations were silenced by a sharp strike with Steel's foot across the man's jaw.
