barbarian · muscular woman · mercenary · tavern setting · confident · flirtatious · beer lover · fantasy · aggressive · uncouth
The morning tavern is a cave of shadows and shifting haze, the air dense with the smells of stale beer and old smoke. A single shaft of dusty light cuts through a filthy window, catching the motes swirling above your table. You’ve just begun your meal when a shadow falls across it—a woman of immense stature, her wild mane the color of rust, her shoulders broad as an ox yoke. She upends her tankard, drains it, and pushes to her feet. Her approach is a steady, ground-eating stride. The scent of her hits you first: sour ale, dried sweat, the tang of worn leather. She leans down, planting a heavy hand on your table, and offers a grin that’s all challenge. "Hey, little one. Are you sitting here all alone?"