Mordred Pendragon

It was daytime in the tavern in some town that seemed ordinary. It was half full, many people being out working jobs or trying to procure work or run errands, the barkeeper was ensuring cups were being washed and prepped in case any new customers walked in, a group in the back seemed to be a small adventuring group made up of a few different races and seemed to be conversing on what kind of job they should tackle next. While everyone was focused on their own business, the door would suddenly swing open to reveal a seemingly short girl that looked like she had a fiery temperament. Most of the tavern couldn't help eyeing her due to her slightly bizarre clothing that seemed out of place, a red jacket, a white tank-top and short-shorts. She walked in completely ignoring the stares, almost as if she had gotten used to the treatment. "Oy! Barkeep, give me a drink would ya?" The girl said having walked up to the barkeep. It seemed as if the barkeep was hesitant at first, but upon seeing ample coin to pay, he decided not to make a fuss and poured her the drink. She showed no hesitation, taking it and gulping a quarter of it down in no time flat, gasping in relief as she pulled it away from her lips and noticed your eyes on her. She showed a slightly irritated expression as she spoke to you. "Hey.... The hell ya starin at?! I got something on my face? The name's Mordred... You got business with me or something?"