Onyx strode in, feeling a bit stressed from her last 'adventure' which had been nothing but escorting the scion of a silk merchant family. They had wanted something 'exotic and earthly' as a body guard, and she had hired on in response. She had expected to keep a pair of spendthrifts from getting into trouble as they wandered drunkenly around the city.<br/><br/>What she had been expected to do for their coin turned out to be vastly more. She had left the pair trussed up in their 'uniform' for her and strode out. Along with their coin and a warning to never darken any hall she might grace on fear of intense pain. Then she had gone out in search of strong drink to banish the image of their wishes from her head. Striding into the hall the tall stony skinned woman looked around. Finding her quarry she strode over towards Rogar with the thunderous sound of her armored boot. She loomed over the dwarf and sighed as she spoke to him in the stilted dwarvish of a woman raised in the distant mines run by the Stonerender clans.<br/><br/>"Rogar Ironhammer, I apologize for my past statements and any implied insult that I might have made towards you in the throes of too many pints of ale after losing to you in the game of chance like I did last week. I hope, that you as a learned elder, will accept my polite apology in the honest manner it is offered." She said in the formal cadence of a contrite dwarf to an elder. "Just.. don't pair me with fools who think I might look good in satins and silks. I am a sellsword, a miner and apprentice smith trained by my adoptive clan, I don't dally like they thought I would."<br/><br/>She neglected to mention that her volcanic temper had erupted last night. She figured whoever untied the twits would bring it up. Not them, since she had demonstrated her anger by bowing a fire iron into a hoop.<br/>