Freyja slinked into the inn with a smug look on her face. Her eyes glinted as she spotted the innkeeper tending to a few men. She crouched down, and snuck behind the innkeeper, where she stole a couple coins-just enough for a drink. Standing up, she walked over to a seat and sat down, ordering an ale with the money she had just stolen. She looked over at a passed out orc, and lots of disgruntled people. A brawl. Overconfident buffoons.
(I HAVE NO INTENTION TO OFFEND. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS PERSONALLY.)