Alula had wished she hadn't decided to peek out from under her hat again, because what she saw disgusted her. It wasn't the blood that truly bothered her, blood was just blood after all. But it was the context everything was it. Pure rage and no reason. Neither of these men, the barkeep or the man who returned her hat, had any reason to be fighting. They should have just left the bar in the first place and that was exactly what Alula decided to do. She moved swiftly pass the half-elf, muttering in a strange voice.
"The glory of pride is never quite worth the cost of blood."
Once outside she felt immediately relieved. Maybe it was the fresh air or the natural light. She tugged the brim of her hat down over her eyes, waiting for the others to exit.
"The glory of pride is never quite worth the cost of blood."
Once outside she felt immediately relieved. Maybe it was the fresh air or the natural light. She tugged the brim of her hat down over her eyes, waiting for the others to exit.