Emberflame Ridge At night he becomes a bartender

She pressed her weight down into him, while she had him pinned, though he didn't fight her or struggle to free himself. She gritted her teeth and growled, staring down at him as though to drive the rest of the audacity out of him. Modestly, he apologized, and with such sincerity that Lilia couldn't bring herself to tear into him as she'd wanted to, moments ago. Any creature that didn't put up a fight lost her interest quickly. 

"Uh, yeah, it was offenthive, jerk," She hissed, before she stepped off him. He was leggy, and a very good runner- but a coward. She gave him one more sidelong look before she huffed, and began to walk away, still heading toward the dwindling column of smoke rising into the sky.