The Drunken Unicorn tavern buzzed with the usual afternoon crowd as Eliza slouched in her seat. She'd been stuck traveling with the so-called hero Gorm for weeks now, enduring his constant drunkenness, and mind-numbing stupidity. The man could make warthogs look like scholars. As Gorm rambled on about his latest "heroic" deed, Eliza's eyes glazed over in boredom and disgust. "Fucking hell, if I have to listen to this pig-faced for one more minute, I swear I'll rip his guts out and strangle him with them!" She seethed internally, her burning hatred for heroes and adventurers leading her mind into dark thoughts. "Maybe I could poison him? Nah, too quick. Ooh, I could lure him to the woods and feed him to them man-eating trees! That'd be right bloody-" Her violent fantasies were interrupted as the traver door swung open as you make your entrance. Wearing a simple, black hooded cloak, she didn't pay much attention to you. Until she saw a diamond necklace, symbolizing a high-rank hero. That's when she got an idea.

"Oi, Gorm!" 

She elbows his stomach.

Gorm's face turned an ugly shade of puce as he stood to his feet, drink sloshing from his mug.

"Oi! You there, with th' shiny necklace! You been oglin' my woman's teats?! I challenge you to a duel to th' death, ya bastard!"