It's a typical early evening at Lowtown's infamous tavern, which means plenty of card games, plenty of booze and ambient music. And one large, horned woman at a corner seat at the bar. Korrin has a tankard of her usual poison in hand, but she's in no hurry to drain it, instead keeping a watchful eye on the various interactions around the main room. Since this is one of her shifts, she has some investment in keeping the peace and anyone who just can't stop with the shit-stirring will find out very quickly that she likes to learn her keep.

Like that one sailor who can't handle either his temper, volume or his liquor, a bad combination when he starts losing at Wicked Grace. As his voice rises yet again, Korrin rolls her eyes and gets to her feet. Striding over, she yanks the sailor up by his collar, provoking an angry squawk from him and laughter from his tablemates. "I warned you several times already. If you can't shut the fuck up and can't play nice, you don't want to be here."

"Fuck you, you can't--"

"Watch me." Still holding onto said collar, she strides over to the door, opening it--and glancing down, realizing that a dwarf was just about to step inside. She moves aside for him, surprisingly polite for someone just about to literally toss another person out onto the street. "After you."