Storm stomped into the Tavern her slightly burned face still looking like thunder, frankly that female was going to get more than a piece of her mind. “Oi...” The woman shouted out in her gruff and not so dulcet tones, her mood was certainly apparent in her voice as well on her scarred face.<br/><br/>“Oi ...elf bitch get yer fackin’ arse ‘ere, you and I need ta blaady talk. And get sam bastard clothes on, yeah dirty cow.” She paced in the room and took a swig from her flask, at least that was something she could rely on. It tasted like crap but it hit the spot.<br/>