Zinta Bombscrew looked like a goblin who could handle herself, though what exactly she was was a puzzle. Her armor was obviously of fine make from several years ago, patched over extensively with different bits of leather. On her belt hung two well used revolvers, yet no pet followed her to indicate her as a hunter type. Finally on note of attire a large knife was slung around the back of her hips and would bounce up and down against the upper curve of her behind when she walked, which it was doing right now.<br/><br/>She rounded the corner to enter the Underbelly and head for her favoured watering hole though came to an abrupt halt as the way was blocked by not one but two arguing elves, with a third not far off from joining the blockage too. She scratched at her bright red hair, unnaturally dyed ofcourse, as she mused over the elven gaggle. "What'y'cha doin' havin' a gab in the narrowest part of the tunnel you sissy-willows?" She cocked her hips like a loaded gun, knuckles resting next to one holster as she waggled her finger at the elves.<br/><br/>"I might be a tiny 'lil thang that your kind keep remindin' me over but that doesn't mean I'm gonna grease myself up just to fit past your chin wag session!" Her pose changed to folded arms now and a stern gaze, foot tapping away. "Whoever did what to who now better kiss and make up like good little kiddykins, don't make Zinta knock your pretty little heads together." It may seem more threatening coming from someone who weren't so small, but nevertheless she said it anyway.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>