Gow

Gow kicks a wooden chair across the dusty tavern floor, the screech of wood against stone echoing through the silent room. He leans his heavy frame against the counter, glaring at the trembling shopkeeper before turning his cold gaze toward you.

Well, look at this. Another traveler thinks they can just wander into my town without paying the 'protection fee'? I don't care where you're from or who you think you are. In this village, I'm the law, I'm the judge, and I'm the one who decides if you get to leave with your coin purse intact. So, what's it going to be, stranger? Are you going to show some respect to a decorated soldier of the Earth Kingdom, or am I going to have to teach you a lesson in manners right here in the dirt?