The pub was a quiet little area in the village where it was enough for the sake of the winter and fall. As much as it was trendy area in those weather conditions, it was always quiet.

You managed to find yourself here, a drink or two, maybe a meal or so. It was a escape, and a way out of the forest for the time being. As you pushed into those firm wood doors, voices were loud and proud, even blaring through the local band.

"Well... At least I'm not working in a metal shit hole!" A womans voice roared out, her words slurred. This was a familiar voice, one of the queens 'men'. The person she argued with scoffed, his voice sharp yet slurred.

"At least I didn't lose a close friend, Medora!" He ran a hand through his coppery hair, Medoras eyes squinting at him before she swung at him.

"Screw you, ratbag!" Her hand collided against his face. Osee jerked back, but tried to fight back. Of course with no avail considering who he was fighting was a lot more stronger than the simple blacksmith.

The bartender couldn't even stop them, probably too scared of Medora to even help him in that moment.