(Right. Here we go. I've re-read the last couple pages to (hopefully) get a decent feel for the current setting. Feel free to chew me out if I make any glaring errors, though. Once I get into the rhythm of this I should smooth out a little.
Oh, and one last question. Should I censor Bell or not? It's not like she'll be dropping cursewords in every post but she IS pretty foul-mouthed if/when she gets riled up.)
The tavern door creaked open, and Grak looked up from the tankard he was cleaning as a blonde-haired girl stumbled through the entrance. A tattered-looking travellers' cloak hid most of her body from view, though a slight bulge near her left shoulder indicated some sort of concealed weapon. More eye-catching was the large, ugly-looking scar that bisected her face across the bridge of her nose. The discolored skin only served to accentuate the gigantic black rings under her eyes.
Casting a bleary gaze around the room, the girl stopped at the sight of Grak and almost shambled across the room towards him, her footsteps suspiciously heavy-sounding for someone of her build. Stopping just short of the bar, she mumbled something that could be interpreted as a request for a drink, and fumbled for the required coin once told how much to pay. Accepting her tankard (though Grak was interested to note that she'd didn't use her other arm to steady it), she turned and moved towards the furthest unoccupied table, collapsing heavily into the chair and slumping over the table. Grak shook his head, amazed at how some humans insisted on drinking even when it was clear that doing so maybe wasn't a good idea.
A few minutes passed, when again the door to the tavern was thrown open and a large, angry looking man stormed in. His eyes darted around the room and eventually stopped on the prone form of the blonde girl from earlier. Stomping over, he grabbed the collar of her cloak and hauled her back to her feet.
"OI! I jus' got back inta town, and my bruvva comes runnin' over, cryin' and tellin' me he got beat up by some bird wiv a scar and some sort of cursed sword. That wouldn' 'appen to be you, would it!?"
The girl blinked slowly, as though she'd just been woken from a nap. Stifling a yawn, she responded.
"....might be."
Releasing his grip on her cloak, the bandit shoved her into the main floor and pulled a wicked looking knife from somewhere on his belt. Several of the other patrons tensed, and hands slowly went for their weapons as he started speaking again.
"Smart mouth on ya, 'eh? Won't be so smart when I give ya annuver sc-"
He was cut off with a dull CRUNCH as the girl's foot connected with his groin. Free of the confines of the cloak, the reason for the strangely out-of-place footsteps was revealed. The bottom of her boot was covered not with the standard leather or cloth, but a large slab of what appeared to be iron. As the man crumpled to the floor, clutching his wounded pride (and other things), her left hand shot out and snagged the coin purse hanging from his belt. She held it next to her ear and gave it an experimental shake. Seemingly satisfied with the result, she tossed it onto the bar in front of Grak.
"....That should pay for the trouble....sorry...."
As she turned to head back to her table, one of the man's hands wrapped around her ankle. When he spoke again, his voice was dripping with venom despite the comically high tone it was delivered in.
"W-where....are you going...you bit-"
He was cut off again when her free leg snapped out and she planted a vicious kick across his jaw, knocking several teeth out and sending him sprawling backwards onto the floor, unconcious. She paused for a second, then moved over and propped the door open with a chair. Returning to the man, she grabbed a handful of his hair, dragged him over to the doorway and tossed him out into the street. For a moment, she looked like she wanted to say something, but instead returned the chair-turned-doorstop back to its' original location. Staggering back to her table, she fell back into her seat, downed her drink in one and collapsed back onto the table, seemingly oblivious to the world around her.
(Not the best intro, but....eh, it's late and I'm tired. Just give her a nudge when you wanna interact. I neglected to mention this in her bio, but Bell's default expression is pretty much a 50/50 split between "Bored" and "Half-asleep".)