Morroja strode forward, grabbing the Flayer by one lumpy shoulder and spinning him round, her bootknife pressed against his scaled throat.<br/>"Now you listen here! I am the greatest fighter there ever was! I jus' enjoyin' a nice drink, but then you 'ad to come in 'ere an' really piss me off. So 'ow about you offer me somethin' pretty or I'll jus' cut yer throat right here!"<br/>The Orc grinned, pressing the blade into his flesh, the rest of the inn becoming a blur around her as bloodrage fueled her body, her focus only on the Flayer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>