Neverwinter Forest Must be hard to live in this world, if you believe that.

There's few things that make Belharra angry.  Okay, there were many things. But getting her stick yoinked by a no-account little weasel, well that topped the venison cake for this lady.

She was hot on his heels, and I mean hot. Her breath in ragged gasps. When she was close enough she'd do her best to aim a really mean nip at his hocks just as his legs were bearing weight - hoping this would completely clothesline him.

And if it did, she'd stand right over that little thief, scowling and big as a dog whose meal was stolen, and say: "What in the fuck is wrong with ye?"