<div class="floatright">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/932/079/large/hicham-habchi-jhk3.jpg?1467416492)</div>There was,of course a smart way to handle this situation. The bartender was a grown woman who could handle herself, and these bitches were doing what they were doing to provoke someone into doing something stupid. Sifi knew this.<br/><br/>She also knew that if  she really wanted to get these bitches it would be best to tamp down the rage building inside her and get them after they left. She could ambush tjem out in the storm where the rain and mud could be made into an ally and where collateral damage would be kept at a minimum.<br/><br/>She knew all these things, but the building fury inside of them knew none of them. It was coming out whether she wanted it to or not. She looked each of her companions in the eye, a challenge to see if they had her back and slammed her mug down on the table with a sneer and said a bit too loudly. "Those dragon whores sure are scary picking on an elf half their size."