#redros

"You know, you're lucky I like your cousin," Chaszmyre muttered, wrapping the bindings tighter around Redros, the brute's bloodied hand. The knuckles were raw and a few bits of glass had already been removed from his massive palm and set aside on the bar.

"I have very strict rules about starting fights in my establishment. Even if they are defending the legacy of Pappy Emberforge." 

In spite of trying to be stern, Chaszmyre couldn't keep a grin off her face as she met the mildly blurry gaze of her patron. "Just, try not to break anything next time?"