"...rudd....Thrudd!"
Thrudd felt someone faraway grab her by the arm.
When her vision returned to her, she could tell that she had been standing in the same spot for quite some time now.
Gabbrielle tugged on her sister's arm when she began staring off into space. From her glance alone, it was clear just how worried she was.
"What's gotten into you? You left to get those disgusting drinks like five minutes ago." Gabbrielle asked with worry.
Thrudd stirred to life like a princess coming out of a deep sleep.
She looked first at her sister, then at the barkeep who had thrown her into this state of disarray in the first place.
He looked... entirely different from her memory.
Large, yes, but he possessed no red beard or sky-blue eyes. He was as bald as the day was wide, and wore an eyepatch over one eye. His only visible iris was a verdant green color.
He looked nothing like him.
The barkeep had naturally noticed Thrudd staring at him for the longest time now.
