[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Great Forest]
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU, DAMN BROWNIES!"
The shout tore through the air with such shrill, venomous fury that even the ambient murmur around them faltered for a heartbeat.
Grimm turned his attention just as the large wooden doors of the structure were thrown open with reckless force. They banged against the frame, shuddering in protest, and from within spilled laughter—high-pitched and unapologetic. Two figures burst out first, small and quick, their forms obvious even at a glance. Brownies. The same troublesome, childlike creatures he had observed earlier. They scampered past the guards, giggling madly as they went, feet barely touching the ground.
A third figure followed immediately after them—shorter, slower, and filled with incandescent rage.
"Gah! How dare you make me drink piss instead of my hard-earned ale!" the voice screeched, sharp enough to sting the ears. "I deserved that ale, damn it!"
