I'm assuming she's pretty short.
We are in the Warg's Breath Tavern on a Saturday night. It's a lively night, the Kanov pig tenders and the Orc cart drivers have just gotten their pay and are spending it on ale and the rental of hefty women of the night from the house down the street (Orcs and Kanovs like big girls "Gives you more to grab on to" an Orc tells you, leering and demonstrating the process on the big girl in his lap, who giggles and whispers something in the Orc's ear.) Some succubi at the other end of the room are organizing an Ale Pong competition and several drows have almost come to the point of drawing steel on each other over the the much-harassed serving-boy. The room is filled with drunken laughter, drunken shouts of anger, smoke, the smell of terrible Warg's Breath sour ale and the smell of unwashed Kanovs and Orcs combined with the cheap perfume of the hookers. And learning against the bar is Amphy the Amphibian Girl, for once in a good mood, smiling a benign pointed-teeth smile over all.
Amphy looks down.
AMPHY: "Awww, lookit that! Ha, ha, ha! It a little miniature Ozcura! Ain you just th cutest thing? You gots a cute little knife an' everything! Oh, is you all angry at me now? Aha ha ha ha.....OW! GODDAMN IT YOU SAWED-OFF PIECE OF SHIT! YOU GET BACK HERE SO I CAN MURDER YOU! OW, GODDAMN LIL..." (Amphy stumbles and falls clutching her leg, as she tries to pursue the Ozcura-Goblin through the crowd, "You better run, you little (Usual string of colorful Amphy curses and obscenities here omitted.)
Much later, in their shared room, Bog the Barbarian is about to ask about the large bandage around Amphy's right leg, when the big green girl cuts him off by saying. "Don't want to talk about it, Bog. Really don't." Bog sighs, but knows better than to press the issue.