There Comes At Last This Poison - Scene 1, first draft
Rhiannon pushed open the door to the Giddy Gryphon. Before it was more than a crack open, she heard a martial shout and then a thud as something heavy, likely a body from the sound, crashed against the door. She gave the door a harsh shove and it flew open with a second thud as the unfortunate on the other side was flung back the way they came. She stepped inside and looked around. A group of Fallen sitting near the door were staring at her, some with alarm and some with interest. One Fallen man was standing, still in a fighting stance, looking angry. He’d been looking forward to that fight, she supposed. His erstwhile opponent was lying at his feet, groaning and attempting to push himself up. “Dude,” Rhiannon addressed the standing fighter, “there’s a time and, more importantly,” she rapped the door with her knuckles, “a place.” For a moment she thought he might come at her, and an infinitesimal amount of magical power pulsed outward from her soul and bounced back a moment later,