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Bronnora arches an eyebrow back at the Tian woman. "Omelet? No, why would anyone go by that?", she asks incredulously. "I go by Bronnora Thousandsons, though the clan name is more affectation these days."

The doors to the tavern swing wide, and a burly dwarven woman strides in, bearing the obvious scarring of a sell-sword on her hands and face. She carries a wickedly sharp waraxe at her side, carved with runes of power that glow a soft blue, but she is lightly armored for a warrior, bedecked in scale rather than a heavier means of protection. She's short, not even cresting four feet tall, but her demeanor is one of wariness. Her hair is cut with a fade on both sides, but she wears her hair long in the back and braided, capped with a silver band, matching the ring in her left nostril.

She heads straight for the bar, slapping down several copper. "A pint of whatever you lot call ale in this s**thole," she says a bit too loudly. "And keep them coming. Pathfinding is dangerous work, but it pays well."