<div class="floatright">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/801ed5e4ddecb6a1f7f8657b0bdeb9f9/tumblr_ns7jqc8Mag1qlfjv8o1_500.jpg)</div>The door to the inn kicked open violently, though, not against the wall, but some poor gnome who had simply been trying to make his way to the Jakes at the wrong moment, giving a gurgling little croak as an arm waved wildly from behind the door.. All eyes were drawn to the door.. Which was empty at eye level.. .. And neck.. chest... And, oh!<br/><br/>There, just around navel level, a wild looking, but VERY short woman was busy redoing the draw string of her trousers as she hiked them up and then fixed her bust, barely making 3 foot tall she was a little wiff of a girl, but no child from the shapely hips and bust. Not to mention the weapons, a pair of battle axes strapped over her back, and a pair of short swords at her waist, the only armor decorative pads on knees and one shoulder, and a pair of ornate bracers of rich leather and fur..  "HAA!! FOOLISH BOY! MICE SHOULD NOT CALL CATS WHEN THE CAT IS A TIGERESS! AND HUNGRY!! TRY AGAIN WHEN YOUR HIPS HAVE FORM!"<br/><br/>She strutted along the floor, many people who had heard of what happened to those that drew the tiny figures ire quickly became occupied with their drinks, while others openly scoffed and gawped, though this seemed to draw no notice from the woman as she strolled up to the bar, "Bar Keep! Something RICH and STRONG that is DESERVING to be consumed by one as great as<strong>I</strong>!! ... And if there is any stew left from last night that would be LOVELY!"<br/><br/>Stretching to try and lay coins on the bar top she.. Just didnt quite reach, opting instead to climb up, using one unlucky patron who found a shoulder and ear used as grappling points as she hoisted herself up onto the counter top and slap down the coin before dropping to the floor, and leering at Sella before making her way over...<br/><br/>This one had been easy to find, in fact, it was almost impossible to have Not. Ravio Tennia. The Waist High Ravager, The Doom of Knees, CHopper of Toes, Puncher of Ass, and, "Wife" to Gronad the Barbarian, one of the fated heroes.. She had sworn revenge upon hearing what had happened to her "Husband" and had done so on the country side. In general. Caravans, cultists, bandits, villagers, tax collectors, robbers of tax collectors.. One very confused pack of wild boar. If one thing was obvious, she had No idea of just who had caused her "husbands" death, and was content to get revenge through the process of eliminating everybody else.<br/><br/>She had been found after being captured by a group of bounty hunters, or had captured them, the story is mixed, all that is known that the half-orc leader would likely never use his great club again. Unless he found a way to get it properly sanitized, and over the feeling of shame. And story goes that even now, his top Lieutenant still screamed and limped away crying at the sight of any women under 4 foot tall... And the horse... ... eaugh... Some stories just dont bare repeating..