Tannusen's chosen entertainment for the night was a very large, very strong, very angry guy whose knuckles were already bloody from -- yeah. Tannusen turned his head away and spat out a mouthful of blood. His knuckles were raw from punching the shit out of the Fae upstairs.

The guy seemed content to ignore the priest, marching on over and reaching down to grab a now-grinning Tannu by the throat. A pale face watched from upstairs. A woman? A very under-dressed woman.

What had Tannusen done, in-deed.