Gwenvale Herald, also known as Vale, sat at a table in a lower class tavern called 'The Bloody Brawl' sipping a tankard of ale as her companions chatted amongst themselves. Keeping an eye on Glorerl as he downed his umpteenth glass to her one. She had made it her job that night to make sure that the dwarf didn't do anything<em>too</em>stupid if he got drunk. She also kept an eye on the other men and women in the tavern, just in case they decided they wanted a fight. Vale settled into her seat, took another sip of her ale, fingered the intricate pommel on her sword, then turned her attention to the rest of her companions, finally taking aninterest in what they were saying.