...after the old man wearing a smirk, a short skirt and her signature deep-blood red corset. One cannot miss the chatter among the dwarves, they never were for quiet voices. "Still angering the local dwarves per usual, eh, Hergs?" I say to myself as I find myself a nice seat up at the bar and order myself a nice Bloodstone Mead and order the dragon steak, rare. A few other lovely Valkyries from the local Hallas are enjoying beverages of their own. "Hey, it's my night off too!"