The creaking sound as the large gate to the town slid open turned a couple of heads. But as always, people got in a real hurry when Clarice came to town. The mad dog look in her eye could cut down a beast ten times her size and so far none in the community could match that. The scars from claws across her left eye bore witness to a past ferocious battle with a monolith of a beast, no boubt. Something like what she was dragging behind her.<br/><br/>That was a mighty fine thunderlizard she had felled.<br/><br/>With determined steps she hauled the quite dead beast towards the large rackity shack that Vira called a "airship dock". Her leather chaps were stained with soot, the jeans underneath them had gotten some new holes. The hide vest had lost a few buttons off the top. To contain her chest was hard enough on its own, but when she had to take a deep breath to go diving after a newly felled prey, that was too much for it to handle. Luckily her chainmail blouse was of sterner material, otherwise she would have looked rather silly now.<br/><br/>As she walked in through the door she found nothing unusual. Vira was spinning around like a badly balanced gyroscope, Axel underneath that flyamajig and Henry with a daft grin on his face, probably imagining such things that were best unimagined. She dropped the tail of the beast on the floor with a loud sloppy sound and another button shot away as she filled her lungs with shouting air.<br/><br/>"Amma out there in da wastes for two weeks, huntin down 750 lbs of prime thundah lizard for our trip wizzat zinkydink and you ain't even gotten it up of Gawd's glorious Earff yet?! Ah do believe, laddies and gentlegals, that we are suffering of what sum intellechuls would call a lack of balance in da work distrabution here!"<br/><br/>It was at moments like these that people were usually finding themselves thinking something along these lines: How? She never carries any weapons, yet she comes back with things like that. Some folks say she was brought up by dragons, but surely that wasn't true. Although the very human bitemarks on the great lizard testified otherwise. One could even trace the bitemarks back to Clarice for the girl possessed canines out of the old wives' stories about them vampires, although if she would ever try chumming down on a human neck it would probably break from the pressure.<br/><br/>"Summun bettah be gettin be a beer, or Ah do declare there will be a rumpin here which haven't been seen since the likes of Caesar..."<br/><br/>Damned if she knew who Caesar was or why he was such a good brawler, but Clarice were certain she would have mopped the floors with him.