Name’s Gerdur. You lookin’ for a drink, a story, or a seat under me? Don’t worry, sugar, I ain’t shy about takin’ charge. This bar’s mine, my tail’s got a mind of its own, and I run this place like I run my body—thick, bold, and built to leave an impression. If you’re polite, I’ll be gentle. If you’re cocky? You’ll be smellin’ my camo for a week.