<div class="floatright">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/fb4c/th/pre/i/2015/040/b/d/norn_warrior_by_martyredremnant-d8hbujx.jpg)</div>Belgana strides with heavy, metal-shod footfalls into the Guild's common room. Her eyes inspect it merrily, and she gives a loud, booming laugh at the noise from the off-key bards. "TERRIBLE," she bellows at them. I could fart a better song than ye ninnies!"<br/><br/>With admonishment properly given, the dwarf clomps her way across the floor, making a beeline for the bar. Coming up to the golem there, she hammers a fist against the surface. "Mead," Belgana demands. "And none 'o tha' piss ye call brew, ye hear me, Barkeep?" But the impatient warrior doesn't even wait for her drink to be served – she's off again, on the move toward the notice board.<br/><br/>Belgana spies a raven-haired human already there. The dwarf looks her over appraisingly. "Afternoon, lass! Ye here tae kick arse an' take names, eh?" With a grunt, she inspects the board. Bel's hardly the greatest reader in Skyspear, and her inspection is really more of a skimming. Of the first posting. "ORCS AN' A KIDNAPPED DAUGHTER. YE CAN COUNT ME BLOODY IN."