Before the sun was to cross the horizon, Sbatarra would happen upon something to garner her interest. Unlike what she expected, it was not from a book; rather it was a whispering rumor that was floating about the library. In Burland City, there was word of a warrior-woman, a horned, blue-skinned half-giant, and she wielded a huge club, one made of iron and dotted with patterned studs of adamantine. Rumor had it that a man had approached her and demeaned her for being a woman in armor, that she should be behind a kitchen wall or between a man's legs. Taking it as a challenge, she only had to strike him once, and he flew over fifteen feet through the air; the man nearly died. Ever since then, the warrior has stayed in the city, pulverizing criminals.<br/><br/>A person so strong as to be comparable to the hill giants Sbatarra had faces was sure to be a worthy challenge.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>