Paradox normally made it a point to avoid taverns and bars, particularly the dark and sketchy ones on the outside of villages, but for some reason, she was drawn to the Winking Mermaid Tavern. Centaurs and alcohol did not mix well and she knew several legends that could also attest to that belief. A drunken, half ton animal was not something that should be taken lightly. Humans and other smaller creatures were rather fragile compared to her kind, and it wouldn't be much effort on her part if she happened to kill or injure one if she was to become intoxicated. So for that reason, when she went into the tavern, she ordered a large glass of water so her mind would remain clear.
The bar itself was short, coming barely to her midriff, and she had to duck a little to keep from hitting her head on the ceiling. Most human dwellings were slightly small to accommodate her and the longer she lived in human societies, the more she realized that. She took her drink and retreated to a corner of the room with the most light. Several people stared at her as she walked by, careful not to bump a table or step on someone's foot. She was used to the stares now before they had bothered her when she had first arrived in a human village. She had matured since then and paid them no mind as she went to a corner and laid down. Even curled up, her lower half took up more space than a good sized poker table. She kept her human half upright and leaned against a nearby table, appearing almost like a normal human with her horse half hidden underneath.
She nursed her water as she eyed the individuals inside. She was curious as to why she had been drawn into the tavern this morning. She studied the occupants, but none appeared to really stick out to her. A man at the bar was dressed rather oddly, his attire making him look like a civilized crow, but he wasn't causing any trouble, just contently drinking at the bar. He was the only one that stood out to her, the rest of the individuals inside seemed to be like the regular sort to visit a pub. Slightly bored, she took a glance outside the window and was looking at the people walking around running their errands outside when she heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Her ears flickered over first and the rest of her head followed suit. A fight had started at the other end of the bar.
A younger man was being pummeled by a large brute and he soon fell at the feet of the crow man who in turn yelled at the larger individual. He was quickly picked up and thrown over to her side of the bar. She scrambled to her feet, hitting her head on the ceiling in her haste as he hit the wall a few feet away and crumpled to the ground. She stepped over the crow and stood over him, unsheathing her bardiche from her sheath along her side. She brandished the long blade, allowing the light to catch off it as she held it skillfully in one hand. The man, though large for his kind, was still dwarfed by her, and if she was able to stand upright, he'd be even smaller. He ran over to her and she caught his stomach with her knee, thrusting him backward as she extended out her foreleg. He flew back and fell on his butt a few feet away like a small child.
"Stop your useless fighting." She ordered him, her ears slightly pinned, but her voice remained even. " There is no need for you to settle your quarrels here. "
