In a rowdy bar of the Goblintown District,
under the banner of thief-city Murderhole,
extending from the rocks of East Wyvernax,
upon Catarrh, highest plain of Lowslaga...
Xargoth! Hoozat wench y'henched for?
Hmph! Promessa! Wouldn't break bones -- just paw skin!
They say they locked her up in Whiteopal Reform. Serves her right.
Thus always to wimpy tyrants. Ha ha ha
Her preference for nonlethal methods provide unusual opportunities for overlooked minions!