<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Gormr.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gormr<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Frozen Hearth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Asaria Lao, Open<br/><br/>Gormr stood slowly, careful not to knock the table as he did, and cause any damage to the fine work he had seen. He threaded his way through the crowd, the tankard firmly held in his hand so he didn't loose it. As he made his way to move past one of the other revellers, the man brought his elbow back into Gormr's ribs. Gormr staggered slightly from the sudden blow and turned to face the man responsible.<br/><br/>"Fool! Watch where you walk, milk drinker!"<br/><br/>Gormr's eyes narrowed as the slightly larger man turned to growl at him. The unknown man's face was red with drunkenness and growing anger while his tankard was was wet with spilled ale. The fist surrounding the handle tightened further, leaving white knuckles as the remains of the drink were drained beneath eyes that bored into Gormr's. Gormr was about to resume his way to the bar when the man slammed the empty tankard into his face. Gormr's eyes filled with light as he staggered from the force of the blow. His opponent took the two steps needed to bring him back into range and the unencumbered fist found the very spot the elbow had to start with, driving the air from his lungs as Gormr was sent to the floor.<br/><br/>The patrons cleared the area, cheering on the combatants, while making sure that they were ready if weapons were drawn. "Friendly" brawling was an accepted pastime, as long as not too much property damage occurred. Gormr shook his head slightly and got his feet underneath himself by the time the other man closed to deliver a kick. Gormr spun, his arms crossed between him and the rapidly approaching foot. The kick struck his arms hard, leaving bruises immediately, then pushed the arms aside with the momentum. Gormr's hands locked around the man's ankle. He stood and twisted the captured leg sharply. With a surprising show of agility, the other man threw himself in the same direction as Gormr wrenched his leg.<br/><br/>Retaining the hold on the limb, Gormr stepped forward, pushing the man to the floor on his belly, bending his leg to apply more leverage to keep him there. With almost a casual disregard for him clumsy opponent, Gormr stomped on his back, the foot landing off centre. He smiled when the distinctive sound of breaking bones and let go of his leg. The crowd roared its approval of the fight and the result. He was jostled and slapped on the back as he made his way to the bar. His order was paid for by the crowd, and he eventually made his way back to the table with his drink and food, and the wine for his dining companion.<br/><br/>As he sat, a thin line of bright scarlet ran from the break in his skin beside his brow, diverted by the puckered pink line on his cheek, sending it away from his mouth and toward his jaw. Gormr was so focused on getting everything he was carrying back to the table, he never realised that he was bleeding. He handed the wine over to the intriguing woman then took a pull from his own tankard.<br/><br/>"Well, that was a nice little bit of fun. Short, sweet and gets the blood warm and flowing well. Just what I needed after trudging through all that damned snow."