broken nose

Had a tussle with some overly sensitive lad who seemed to think calling over a barmaid to place an order was some grand slight against her maidenly honor or some crock! Has he never had to call up one of Barli's staff over the din of the music and talk between folk? What a fool.

Priya entered the Kennel, having spent the entire day cleaning up the storage hut situated behind the main building. She smiled at the sight of Seia, who seemed to be leaning against the table, his back towards the door. ”You’re back,” she said smiling, while hanging her cloak and scarf on the wall. Seia didn’t turn to face her. ”Yes. I was at the tavern, here in town.” Priya stepped behind Seia, attempting to see over his shoulder, pondering what was he looking at on the table. There was nothing there.