A hooded figure swept into the tavern, weaving past the tables to take a seat at the bar. They were familiar with the barkeeper, having given them a nod of the head in greeting as they ordered a drink. The person pulled down their hood, revealing a head of cropped brown hair to any watchers.
Taking her drink with a word of thanks, Valerie's attention turned to those on either side of her.
"...And I'm tellin ya, this is robbery! These drinks aren't worth half their price," Someone was saying, waving his empty flagon around as he ranted to the barkeeper, the slur of the inebriated present in his voice.
"They're obviously good enough for you to get drunk on," Valerie cut in, halting the man's tirade. She flashed the barkeep a reassuring smile before turning to face the drunken man, his ginger handlebar moustache flopping as he stood up.
"Are ye lookin for a fight?" He growled, eyes narrowing as she stood up too. Valerie turned out to be shorter than the man, but not by much.
"Not from you, certainly," She responded, activating a strength rune on her arm with a touch of magic, before hitting him with a solid uppercut.
Valerie watched as he fell to the floor, halting the flow of magic to the rune before sitting back down, taking a sip of her drink calmly. That went better than expected.