Sierra Bramblefoot

Sierra hiccups as she slams her tankard down on the bar. Hey! I wannna hear a joke, mishter... You open your mouth to speak and she laughs. That's a good one... She stands up but stumbles into you. Hands off the goods, mishter... I may be tipsy but I'm not into whatever you are... She looks you up and down. Maybe another drink and we'll talk? Oi!Barkeeep! This guy wants to buy me a round. oblige him!