This was certainly a really bad day …well morning, or whatever time it was and did not look like it was going to get better anytime soon. It was worse than falling in the privy pit with a hangover. Now the bats and bugger only knew what else was skulking behind the door. For half Now the glass was always half empty, and usually in a bar absolutely empty.<br/><br/>The only fortuitous thing was that she had fallen asleep in her armour. As someone was dealing with the diver she supposed that helping with the bat problem was likely a plan, when able the gruff female grabbed a piece of wood, something that looked weapon like and took a swing at them as long as they were within reach. Nodding to Owl as she did.  “Can any facker give wan of those ‘orrible sharp whistles that might fak ‘em ap?” It was just a thought more on the principle of bright lights in combat. Though it might bring more…so jast a fort.”<br/><br/>She was of course prepared should more gribblies arrive on the scene. As far things were going it was an almost definite. The soldier just hoped it was not undead, gah but she hated undead. Bloody wizards and there disgusting magics.<br/>