Stumbling and interrupted from his dinner, Reynold looked down to see a fresh hole through his shoulder.  Not know where such a blow could have come from he looks to his right, then his left.  Dropping his left-overs, Reynold turns in the direction of the bar and sees the woman pointing something in his direction, his mouth opens and his scream of anger washes over the remaining patrons and the fall to the floor, trembling in his aura of hateful violence.<br/><br/>He walks toward the bar slowly, achingly wanting to taste the flesh of this barmaid who would dare to stop him from his feast...