Swiftcurrent Creek alehouse

I'm gonna continue since The Wanderer is inactive!

The black wolf reappeared and her eyes went to him, but it wasn't Indra the guy was interested in this time; he sought the narrowly-built man who spewed condemnations, and soon the two were bickering among themselves.

Better them than her, she thought.

She continued to listen to them only because she was within earshot, but otherwise kept her body coiled as best she could in to a tight formation, ready to strike if they got closer; this was hard, given her injuries. Her eyes flashed between them as they vollied words back and forth - for all the black wolf rambled, he made sense.

She took the title of lowlife with pride.