<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8040FF">House of Ostergaard</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8040FF">Castle Ofertha</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://aidanmoher.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/the-huntress-by-s-ross-browne.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8040FF">Valkyr Thyra Ekundayo</span></span></div><br/>Thyra was quickly getting bored of the drinking contest she was having with Felix and Freya. Those two would drink until they dropped, if only to prove to one another they were the better warrior. It made Thyra laugh inwardly at the two. They were both childish, whether they wanted to admit it or not--and equally drunk. Thyra had never seen Freya let a man get so under her skin before. Felix only had to breath and Freya's temper was flying. It was cute...sort of. It seemed, however, drinking made them both a little more friendly towards one another.<br/><br/>Still, the two before her were glassy eyed, slurring insults at one another. Thyra had enough wits about her to stop drinking for the night, knowing she'd have to find a way to lug the lord and Freya back to their respective beds. She looked over the sea of men and whores, letting her eyes scan the crowd. It was an interesting stand, she'd give it that much. It had managed to collect the most people through the night, but maybe it was because it was the only place left open at this hour still serving ale--or anything really.<br/><br/>Her eyes were caught suddenly by an image in white. It was a beautiful girl who didn't look like she belonged, except for the way she chugged her drinks like an old seafaring man. Her eyes had a glossy, jaded tinge to them and Thyra had to look away. That girl had seen too much in her life, and Thyra had seen too much of her depression. Thyra's life hadn't been wonderful at all, but it still hurt to know others had suffered in life as well. Perhaps she just had too big of a heart. It was a good thing she had found the warband--she'd likely be dead or in some murky, heart felt mess. Not a pleasant image.<br/><br/>She pushed the girl from her mind, contenting herself with watching Felix and Freya drink themselves into embarrassment and likely terrible hangovers. She put her elbow on the counter, leaning her chin into her hand, grinning broadly at the spectacle.<span style="color: #804000"><span style="font-style: italic"> "Ya-hic-ya know what, Fr-hic-Freya! I-I think that youuuuuu are jusssssst upset becauuuse I am -hic- the mo-more handsssome one h-here!" </span></span>Felix managed to get out between rough hiccups and gassy burps. Thyra laughed out loud,<span style="color: #8040FF"> "Oh Felix, be careful now. Her aim is only somewhat compromised when she's been drinking, but she's close enough she won't miss!"</span>Thyra said teasingly. Freya had only shot her a half-hearted glare and Thyra slapped her on the shoulder in affection. The woman almost toppled but managed to stay up. Felix didn't notice, swaying on his own stool as was.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8040FF">"Let me know when you two decide to stop having such a pissin' contest, alright?"</span>Thyra said, grin still in place, full lips revealing straight, white teeth--a real rarity in the area, it seemed. The two seemed to ignore her, and Felix called for more ale, Freya slamming her hand down in agreement to his request. Thyra only gave a weary sigh. The alcohol had made her comfortably numb and she was comfortable sitting around all night waiting for Felix and Freya if need be.