At that same moment a small plate with a roughly cut bread on it, was being shoved onto the table. And upon the sight of what this tavern dared to called lunch, Karen couldn't help but to look contemplated at the man serving her food. But upon seeing the man Karen's appetite dwindled even more so.
'Don't be picky now, it might not look like it. But it's good enough to eat'
The man itself was clearly overweight, and carried a rather greasy scent all around him. His skin that almost glistened from the sweat that apparently did nothing else then pour continuously out of his veins the entire day.
'It's not the food I am picky about' responded Karen bluntly, but unlike she wanted she didn't get a rise out of the man at all. In fact he looked so much unbothered by her sarcastic remark that Karen actually doubted if the man even understood he was being insulted. Realizing this Karen let out a huge sigh and threw a poorly filled purse towards the man. 'Just bring me some wine'
A smile appeared on the man's face as he heard the tinkling sounds of jewels coming from out the purse, and immediately scuffled away. Unknowingly that purse and it's contents had an entirely different owner just a few hours before. Namely an unknown middle aged couple, who were traveling per cart to a new life. However that journey came to an abrupt end when they encountered Karen on the middle of the road, who without even thinking twice about it created a fire explosion right in front of the cart. Immediately burning the ox that was pulling the cart, along with the steersman to a smoldering crisp.
The blast itself pushed the remainders of the cart of it's tracks, enough so that it flipped sidewards while the man's possessions scattered all across the road. Along with another human being, a woman. Someone was supposed to be pretty for her age, if it wasn't for the blistering black skin that currently ruined her face.
Hearing her still grasping for air Karen decided to end the woman's life first. Since she didn't saw the need for her to suffer in pain when Karen was only sitting here to rob the very first human being that she came across. No that just wasn't right in her book, she shouldn't let people suffer for something so disrespectful as stooping so low as a common bandit.
Karen made her way to the rubble of her small mayhem, and eventually found the woman laying on the ground. She didn't move at all, and she didn't seem to scream. But she was in shock, that Karen was sure of. Since the woman's eyes were looked around chaotically, probably unable to comprehend what just happened.
Without further delay Karen put the heel of her boot against the woman's neck, and with a rough notch she heard a snapping sound of the bones that were being dislocated from each other.
Luckily for Karen her search for money ended there as well, as she saw a small brownish purse laying next to the woman.
Her thoughts on what she had done was being disturbed when the fat owner from the tavern brought her a dented iron carafe filled with wine. And once again the sight of what the man placed on the table before her was not very appealing. The dents in the carafe and cup were so big that you barely pour the wine out normally.
'Great, you even manage to make wine distasteful...'
Yet the man had already scuffled away, unable to hear the remark Karen just made. With another sigh Karen started to pour the wine in an equally dented cup. Only so that she could wash away the stale taste of the bread.