The Dokkalfr sauntered through the streets with jaunty steps.  Today had been payday and paydays were always the best days.  All that was left now was to find a bar and enjoy her spoils of the day.  This last trip had been more annoying than normal.  Although Quail was a normal customer of hers, it looked like his sister-in-law had roped him into showing his nephew the ropes of being a merchant.  ‘Spoiled brat’ didn’t even begin to explain that pain in the butt; she was seriously reconsidering joining them on the next leg of the trip.  She’d already been to Weibou before and as much as she liked the architecture there, that freaking nephew!  Ugh.<br/><br/>She raked a free hand through her hair, further mussing her already straggly hair.  She needed a shower.  But first: alcohol.  Sweet, sweet alcohol that would help get the kinks out of her back and dull the ire she was trying hard to ignore (because that s.o.b. wasn’t worth her time off).  So focused on what was to come, Daria lost track of what was around her.  A painful collision knocked her back a step and into the present.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8080">“My bad.”</span>She apologized, looking dow—up. Huh, not that many around here were taller than her.  She looked up to see tribal tattoos, a pronounced jaw, and black hair.  Ah, not a Teryn; that explained the height.<span style="color: #FF8080">“I’m fine, no harm done.”</span>Daria reassured with a smile as her hand dropped to her side.<span style="color: #FF8080">“Say, do you happen to know where I can get some alcohol?  Been a <span style="font-style: italic">long</span> two weeks.”</span>Experience had taught her it was better to ask another female rather than risk some moron thinking she was trying to<span style="font-style: italic">imply</span>something.  Not that she minded putting an over grabby male in place, she just didn’t want to deal with it tonight.  Sehran knew the past two weeks had been more than filled with<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>already.  Stupid brat.