A slim, blonde dwarven lady, dressed mostly in leather, comes bounding down the stairs and looks around, a big grin on her face and a shine in her eyes to match the developing red spot on her forehead. "That was a krad oxovd*, yes? Yes! I figured that was why the plate cracked my skull." She bounces on her toes, then slides down the balustrade by mainly force of will than any type of grace, landing close to the bar. "Irphsil i ri** what happened, please!"
*Dwarven:
blot event.
**Terran:
impart to me the information of...