📱+ reverse (Grollor getting a written message from Gerta.)
"Mister, I hope that you know that no matter how handsome you are, you're still not getting those twenty crowns back from me!"
Grollor had found a letter on his table at the tavern. He asked the barmaid who left the note, and she pointed to a dwarven woman looking a bit peeved by something.
Was this just a dwarven way of flirting? He had no idea. Dwarves were found more in the northern part of Durtal, but Grollor had spent most of his time near the southern border. He could already tell that the woman was a feisty one...
He walked over to her and said, "I never had a crown because I was never royalty, but for you to think of me? Well, you spoil me~"
Unbeknownst to the green brute, a magical buzz filled the air between him and the dwarf...