<div class="floatright">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/fb4c/th/pre/i/2015/040/b/d/norn_warrior_by_martyredremnant-d8hbujx.jpg)</div><strong>HP:</strong>2/28<br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>Missing equipment.<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>None.<br/><div align="center">________________________</div><br/>Belgana has been silent, a far cry from her custom. The dominant thought in her head was 'I need a drink.' The tavern setting wasn't helping with that. The other sensation the dwarf experienced was<em>oozing.</em>There was a thick, wet, off-white dribble that crept slowly down her inner thighs, courtesy of her unremunerated harlotting work.<br/><br/>It might just work to the ladies' advantage that the dwarf has been quiet... It might actually<em>often</em>work to their advantage for her to be quiet, but Belgana wasn't feeling particularly reflective. No, she figured that, since a minimum of attention had been drawn to her, she was perfectly positioned to kick a proper bar fight into gear. She wasn't subtle about it. From near the bar, the dwarf hooted, loud and bellowing above the rising chorus of indignant patrons.<br/><br/>"WINNER TAKES ALL! TH' LAST MAN STANDIN' GITS ALL TH' PUSSY!" Followed by what she takes to be an insidious chant of: "FOIGHT, FOIGHT, FOIGHT, FOIGHT."