Before the fire Perlene and Claery stand, flower-clad maidens held up in idle conversation in the fairly dull inn around them. Thaldum, a dwarf of clear inebriation enters as if he's looking for someone, only to strut to the fire and plop in place between the two ladies. Claery nods a few times amid their talk. "Those are lovely names. I'm jealous!" She glances down at the dwarf between them but says nothing, only taking a few steps back.Perlene doesn't really seem phased by the sudden dwarf. "Ye go' any siblings?" she directs to Claery.
Thaldum unstraps his barrel from his back and places it where Claery would have stood. He fills his tankard and starts drinking. He looks up with a stern look at Perlene "Ye mind teh bugga' off,lass?"
Claery is about to answer when the dwarf interrupts. She narrows her eyes, looking down at him. "We were here first."
Perlene smiles down at Thaldum with all the sass one can possibly muster, and then looks up at Claery with a pleasant smile. "Wha' was tha'?" she simply urges her to continue.
Thaldum waves her off with a gesture of his free hand "Baah! Ay be here now,lass! So bugga' off!" He doesn't even look at her as he speaks
Perlene takes a single... delicate little step forward, so she's almost directly in front of the dwarf.
Thaldum looks up at the woman and frowns "Ya wha'?"
Claery takes Perlene's lead and ignores the dwarf as well, she leans over slightly and says, "I don't got any siblings. I've got a little girl living with me though, and she can easily be a daughter."
Perlene nods and quirks a brow. "I 'ave five. Three brothers, two sisters... Live with all o' em, though we're rarely all there." she says, offering up a laugh. "Ow'd ye end up with a kid?"
Thaldum growls and frowns as much as a face would allow "Ya fockin' wha'?" He grabs Perlenes ankle and fiercly pulls it backwards "Ya...hick...stay out' me fockin way, lass!"
Claery says, 'Now I see why you need that many jobs. Oh, I took her in. She kept hanging around the... place I lived in, at the time. So I let her stay with us... she's an orphan, see.'
Perlene hops up onto one foot, and flails her hands out a little in effort to keep herself upright. Yet she doesn't speak, or fight back for that matter; but a smug smile creeps subtly onto her lips as she replies to Claery. "Oh aye. I'm no' tha only one tha' works though. Tha oldes' o' tha boys works ou' a' tha mill." she gestures vaguely to the west, in the direction of her brother's work.
Claery frowns slightly, glancing down at the dwarf, silently asking Perlene why she isn't doing anything. But she decides to keep rolling with it, and nods. "I see! Do you all manage?"
Thaldum raises his eyebrows, displaying a half confused,half furious face. He stands up and walks in between the two "Ye deaf?!" He hicks "Ay tol' yer arse teh leave meh alone'er!".
Perlene seems to be desperately attempting not to burst out laughing as she peers at Claery, clean over the dwarfs head. Arms crossed, feet positioned a bit apart and a smile still on her lips. "Aye sor' a. Willpower goes a long way."
Thaldum looks back and forth between the two, desperately trying to get in their way. He starts stomping the ground as if being a small child not getting what he wants "AY'LL FOCKIN SMACK YER PRETTY FACE'N! LEAVE MEH!"
Claery keeps glancing between the dwarf and Perlene nervously, but keeps talking, "Oh, I'm glad to hear tha-" she is interrupted, however, by the dwarf's tantrum. She goes ahead and attempts to kick over his barrel of drink!
Perlene still seems unphased, and merely plucks a daisy from the chain at her head and spins it in her fingertips. "So ye don' work? Wha' do ye do all day?" She continues, eyes locked onto Claery in effort to choke back impish humor at the rage between them.
Thaldum looks down at his barrel as it tumbles over. He quickly reaches down and grabs it, rapidly strapping it back onto his back "YA WHA'? Wanna go, lass?" He turns to Claery. Claery, though, is still unsure what to do, so she ignores the dwarf and replies to Perlene, "Oh, I bake. Then I hand them out to people in the Alley."
Perlene takes the opportunity to apply a quick. *Thwap* to the back of Thaldum's head with the back of her hand, only then to drop the daisy delicately upon it. She smiles up at Claery innocently. "Ah, tha's a nice passtime." Thaldum recoils his head forwards at the cheeky smack, lightly bumping into Claery's stomach. He turns around and stares at Perlene viciously. He raises his fist into the air in threat of rage.
Claery stumbles back a little, more out of surprise than out of being bumped into. Seeing the dwarf raise a fist to Perlene, she attempts to lightly kick him in his side. "What about you? Do you have any time for passtimes?"
Perlene seems once more unphased, and in fact acts as if she has no idea of the situation, innocence in hazel eyes. "Aye... some. I drink an' dance an' the like. Run around... often by men..." she snickers mildly.
Thaldum is not bothered by the light kick and lashes out towards Perlene unfaltered, aiming an uppercut to her stomach.
Perlene rapidly hops back, since the space behind her is empty. "Aye fok off ye bastard." she says mildly and makes a face; tongue out and nose scrunched up childlessly. Only then to step back in; once more possible to attack.
Thaldum growls as she surprisingly manages to avoid his punch. "Stay still ye bugga' so ay can floor ya!" He once more aims a punch, this time aiming for her chin. At this a man approaches, dressed in grey and helmed:
Ebold says, 'Is this buggerin' dwarf still botherin' people?'
Claery goes to kick the dwarf again, harder this time, aiming for his back; the poor dwarf stuck in the midde of the two ladies.
Perlene leans back and aside, and likely takes the hit to her collarbone instead. She, perhaps surprisingly, returns fire and aims a sharp right-swing at his temple. Yet seems.. humored? despite the twinge of pain on her features.Clearly not afraid to brawl if need be, and terribly excited by the chaos of it all.
Thaldum is very drunk and has therefor lost most of his ability to react. The punch and kick hits him at the same time and he lets his head follow the punch. "YE FOCKER!" He launches himself forwards, attempting to tackle her to the ground in all the ferocity of well... a dwarf.
Ebold intervenes quickly, trying to grab and pull back Thaldum by the shoulders before Penny can be pinned to the floor.
Successful, Thaldum is stopped midair by Ebold's grasp. He flails his arms towards Perlene, "LE' GO OF ME, LAD! AY'MA FOCK'ER UP!"
Ebold tries to keep his grip and pull Thaldum away from the women, though he doesn't apply enough force to pull him off his feet.
Claery jumps back once Ebold gets involved, letting him handle the brawl again.
Perlene props her hands on her hips and makes a face at the dwarf. "Serves ye righ' ye bastard!"
Thaldum suddenly pulls out a broad, dwarven dagger from his belt and attempts to stab the mans arm in a frenzy of drunken irritation..
Ebold quickly reacts by throwing both hands over to grapple with the knife-bearing arm, though Thaldum's other hand remains free.
Perlene tries to properly punch the dwarf once more, perhaps intent to actually put him down as blades come out, determination on her scrunched-up features.
Thaldum spins around as he is released, now standing face to face with Ebold. He shouts something of the dwarven language as he puts both his hands on the dagger, starting a strength battle between the two.
Thaldum is not prepared as the punch catches him in the back of his head and even if he is not knocked out, he loses his concentration and strength for a moment as he stumbles to the side, dazed...all the same he still attempts to press the dagger into Ebold's chest.
Ebold seems capable of holding the knife away from him, though cannot quite disarm the dwarf. During the tussle, he rather calmly tells Perlene, "If you wan' to get involved, don't beat on 'im, try restrain 'im.
Perlene makes a face at Ebold. "'es go' a blade ye bastard, this ain' na time fer bein' nice abou' i'!"
Thaldum seems to be strugeling quite a lot, compared to Ebold. His face turns red from strain as he remains locked up in the hold.
Ebold responds insisting, "I know what I'm doin'". He then proceeds to attempt kicking Thaldum in his left shin, to unbalance him.
Perlene props her hands up on her hips and tosses her hair, which at this point is all in her face. She offers as sassy huff of air and rolls her eyes. "Oi fine ye walkin' bar o' metal." she huffs. "Maybe tha kid'll cry 'imself ta sleep sooner or la'er." She taunts.
Thaldum stumbles as the sudden kick hits him and his drunken legs cant keep him upright. He tumbles onto the ground along with his dagger beside him.
Ebold ducks down to cautiously claim Thaldum's dagger.
Thaldum tries to reach the dagger before Ebold, but is unsuccessful.
Ebold rises again, and puts the dagger down on the higher mantle piece of the fire, unreachable for the dwarf. He'd then remove his helmet to take a breather. He does not wave around any flowing locks, unfortunately. Such a shame.
Perlene rolls her eyes and snorts at the flopped-body of Thaldum. "See? Coulda' avoided all this if ye'd jus' been poli'e... ye bastard!" she adds for good measure, only mildly hypocritical, and that's that!
