Notoriously Spilled Ale
It was a rare gem of a date night in Matori. She had managed to drag Ushiwa out to the bar. She was feeling confident now and thus was a bit braver in her adventures. Promptly upon arriving though he seemed to have digestive problems and abandoned her for the outhouse out back, she felt for him and wondered what he had eaten to cause the issue, oh well at least one of them would enjoy the food. She looked at her menu and singled out her favorites, ordering herself a big fat ale in the mean time. She had long to wait for her mate but the ale came promptly. She flipped a coin and the waitress caught it handily with a grin. Sae grinned back, it was a fat coin. She was feeling generous today.

It was an older place, smoke and ale having tinted the timbers holding up the place but it was one of the hoppingest places in their sleepy little sea village. Sawdust covered the floor doing its best to soak up the spills from many sloshy mouths. She sipped her ale delicately and then shaking her head took a big gulp instead. It was that good. It had a dark dank interior this place, sort of like the ale though it was rich with hops and a touch of honey, they must have gotten this from a better barrel than normal...she wondered if Kechiri had set an ale trap for them, this was her favorite bar too. Though since being a mom, she didn't patronize it as often anymore.

She took a look at the other patrons of the place while she enjoyed her excellent sips. Ushi would like this too when he got out, it might be sweeter than he liked but it was strong and fortifying. There was a large group of rough looking sailor folk, no doubt they would break into a shanty any time. There was what appeared the be the elderly father of the serving girl keeping an eye out for his daughter. He was a staple here and kept stuff from getting rowdy, well at least for his daughter. It warmed Sae's hear to see the old man with his bum leg glare at the sailor who were thinking about getting handsy, usually he was enough to deter them.

She had just set her mug down when one of the sailors, deep in his cups rudely bumped her table, rickety as it was it was a capital insult and she already somewhat pickled was having none of it. She stood up, yellow eyes blazing. Did he really not know who she was? Who she was affiliated with? Who she was married to? WHO HER DAUGHTER WAS?! She growled at him, the eloquence of words having abandonded her in her fermented state of mind. She had just come to have a good night, to get away to be just another lady in a bar....and this arse had to go and ruin it for her!

He turned quickly and swung first..having not appreciated the growl. She faster than thought ducked and grinned when instead he hit the post. She jabbed a quick punch to the face and then swung with the opposite fist. Her muscles had been hardened by hours at the forge, everything else had been honed by her family so that the scars on her side would never be able to be repeated. Her whole body was a weapon now.

The others at the other table stood and started to crowd over. Seeing this action she took the advantage of the little time she had to rip a chair leg off of her mate's chair. He would forgive her later she was sure. He would have done the same. She swung at the combatants and held most of them off.

A shrimpy undernourished mousey looking sailor who was more sinew than the others and perhaps held a few more brain cells, paused and threw his hand out to stop thug number five from closing on her.

"That hair..that frown..you know who she looks like? You see the pale skinned bloke that ran for the dunnies..that matches. You all, stop, you don't understand who you are fighting...its Captain Ketch's family.. we got to get out of here before the crazy male gets back. Its the MOTHER OF THE DRAGON....get out go!" he took to his own advice and scrabbled as far from her as he could out the door.

The others paused and thought, which looked rather painful for them in her reckoning. Grinning and wiggling her chair leg, Sae bent down and took a shot of alcohol from a nearby table.

"Any more takers? Though we have been making such a racket it might summon my husband from the back and you know he is one of the Twin Wolves, you might make enough noise to summon his twin too. Then this place will be level by morning." She tried not to see the look of horror on the barkeeps face. She was joking...mostly?

Eventually the little rat that ran away's information seemed to penetrate the clouded minds of her multiple nemesis. Collectively as if they did indeed share the one brain cell, they backed down and fled, some even remembering to spill a bit of coin for the problems they had caused the keep. Most thoughtful she thought as she glared after them. Punks.

The bar keep came over and thanked her for getting rid of them but his mustaches drooping as he informed her that she had sort of started it. She explained that this particular ale should not be spilled.

She couldn't wait for the bemused look on her mate's face when he emerged.
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