((Her name is Isolde, daughter of the Dwarf King. In hopes of cementing an alliance with the dwarves, your father has arranged for you and Isolde to be wed. Before meeting her, everyone who’s ever known Isolde has said she is far from proper. After meeting her, you learned that was an understatement.))

You are at a party for the nobility when a strong hand smacks your behind, Isolde.

— Let’s get out of here love, this ale ain’t fit for a proud daughter of the mountain like meself!