The ice cream hit the floor with a slop-like sound. Laughter could be heard from a few patrons around the bar. Most just sat watching, wondering what this little girl in the Grim tabard would do. In all outward appearances she just seemed to ignore and was oblivious to the things around her. The horrors that occurred in her presence never seemed to be registered.
Rumors started to spread in the bar about her being not right in the head. She had to have seen the gnome getting eaten alive by the troll. She had to have heard the screams. But there she sat, oblivious to all as she licked her ice cream cone. Like a child intent only on one thing, she just happily sat there.
The nobleman all shiny in his armour leaning against the bar laughed at her as he and his friends pretended to be quiet when they spoke of her yet loud enough she had to have heard. They said cruel things, mean things, yet no response. She just sat there licking her ice cream cone.
The nobleman, undeterred in his humour walked over and swatted the ice cream from her hand.
Tsa stares down at the ice cream on the carpet. Slowly she looks back up. “If you wanted some, all you had to do was ask. I have lots.” she says with a smile on her face. Nothing.
“How you ever became a Grim we’ll never know.” says the nobleman. Nothing.
“What’d you do? Fuck your way in?” He and his friends laugh right to her face. Nothing.
“I hear you guys have a mandate, who needs a stupid mandate?”
A whooshing sound later and the cone of cold spell finishes. Parts of his face are frozen. Instant frost bite is seen in many places. His hands rise to his face in a scream. Tsa daintily rises from her seat on the edge of the hearth. She takes a moment to roll back her sleeves on her robe to let the pain sink into his face. The look in her eyes tells of no one home. It’s like she’s staring off into space. Yet she reaches for her staff. The nobleman, who is now cursing at her, gently touches his oh so pretty frozen face doesn’t see the staff coming at his face. His fingers mash into this face followed by the staff. He topples backwards as parts of face fall off from the violent impact.
She lets the staff fall to the ground and she reaches for his head. Two mitts of hair and he’s dragged to the hearth. She hoists him up a little and pushes his stunned head into the hot coals. He screams and struggles against her. She pushes harder burying his face into the ashes and coals. He flails now as his skin goes from frozen to blistering. A burning flesh smell permutes the area now. In a final desperate act he finally overpowers her weak frame and clears himself of the hearth.
He coughs up ashes as tears flow from his face. She starts to cast a frostbolt and some none too bright troll speaks up and says, “May be you no wan be… “ and stops midsentence. While still casting her spell, she turns to look at the troll. Vehemence in her eyes cause her eyes to flare in brightness. The spell finishes and flies all of a foot and a half to hit the nobleman square in the face. From blisters to frozen blisters. With his head already on the floor and nowhere to go, his body bounces up into the air a little. She reaches into the shocked trolls hand and takes his fine mug of bourbon and pours it onto the face of the barely conscious nobleman. His eyes snap open and he screams a silent scream of pain.
She then smashes the glass mug into his face causing it to shatter and embed glass shards into his face.
She stands. Idly discards the mug handle to the floor retakes her seat and says, “The mandate isn’t stupid!” and then as an afterthought, “Oh yes, and I’m virgin too!”
A twitch and blink later, the vehemence is gone. She reaches into her pack and retrieves another ice cream cone from her ice block box. Then like nothing ever happened she daintily licks her ice cream cone.