"What the frick—!? Pay for that damage!" The tavern owner squeaked, his voice cracking so comically. His face, a shade of beet red, he looked less like an angry business owner and more like a human teapot that was about to boil over.
"SHUT UP! I'LL PAY LATER!" The woman roared back, her voice like a clap of thunder. She was a tall, all muscle and fury woman. Her death glare and aura so strong it could make my stomach churn and it instantly made the owner's face drain all color. He stammered, took an involuntary step back, and promptly retreated behind his counter.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over Athena. The tall woman, swiveled towards her, "There you are!" she yelled, her voice a low growl that vibrated. "Thou shan't be wandering around now that yer be crowned the viking empress!" With a motion so fluid it defied her size, she scooped Athena up by her waist, holding her as easily as if she were a sack of laundry.
