The bouncer rolls his eyes as you stomp and rant, clearly accustomed to dealing with people who respected the burly heft of his frame and what that could do to a person. He eventually just shakes his head and jerks a thumb over his shoulder, "Man, you are just not worth the hassle. Go on then, I'm pretty well sick of tantrums." he steps aside and all but shoves you through the door and out of the vicinity of his problem.<br/><br/>Once inside the bar is as it ever was; busy, chatty and filled with life. Rojer had acquitted himself well, with freshly brushed and sanded floors as well as all manner of ale flowing. Patrons come and go, though few bother stopping to give you much more than a once over. Some naked huffy girl isn't really all that different than they usually see, chances are someone is already laying bets on how quickly you'll be broken and bred.