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Ghwyr sat down the highest stool on the bar. He was uneasy as he stared at Mama Berta walking past him, entering the bar. She placed her trusty Warhammer by the table and turned around to him.

“What d’ya want for yer brekkie?” She smiled sweetly at her. “The usual?” She asked.

Ghwyr was still lost for words. He wasn’t sure what to order. He was too intimidated by Mama Berta’s presence he couldn’t think of any food at the moment.

“Well?” She leaned over from the table. “Gods! People become mute once hungry!” She shook her head and sighed. “Tell ya what, lemme give yah me go to brekkie fer now.” She smiled.

He bowed slightly which made Mama Berta break into laughter. “I’m no lady. No need to bow!” She said.

“Ah, sorry…” He said under his breath.

He still couldn’t imagine himself messing against the woman. She might be sweet and warm, but her eyes told a different story while speaking to those men. Her eyes craved for blood. The look she gave them was a look of a cold, emotionless kill