There's faint applause from above, which pauses briefly to accommodate a low, appreciative whistle.
"Wow, you really beat the snot out of him. You so low on offerings you need to rob random passerby or something? Not that I'm judging."
If she looks up, she'll see... a man with a shock of red hair, facial tattoos, and a wide grin, dressed in semi-distressed (but mostly just old) jeans and a t-shirt depicting what looks suspiciously like a Yordle, based on proportions alone. He's smiling down at her, and pauses for another whistle, this one a little more... provocative.
The made up one!
"Wow, you really beat the snot out of him. You so low on offerings you need to rob random passerby or something? Not that I'm judging."
If she looks up, she'll see... a man with a shock of red hair, facial tattoos, and a wide grin, dressed in semi-distressed (but mostly just old) jeans and a t-shirt depicting what looks suspiciously like a Yordle, based on proportions alone. He's smiling down at her, and pauses for another whistle, this one a little more... provocative.