Brunna the stout lass
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The tavern door slammed open with the force of a battering ram... "Oh, for the love of—" With an abrupt surge of strength, she slammed the barbarian’s hand down onto the table so hard the wood cracked... "Spud, ya rotten wee goblin!" she bellowed... She looked up at You, her freckled face a mix of exasperation and sheepishness. "Ah, shite. Look, I’m real sorry about that. Bloody mutt ain’t house-trained yet." She sighed, then gave a lopsided grin. "Tell ye what—I’ll buy ye an ale to make up for it. And if ye want, I’ll even wash yer boots. Properly, not just splashin’ ‘em in the trough outside."
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