Bikanka stoood there dazed for a shirt while after her last bit of cider was taken from her with little in the way of warning. Some part of her mind chimed in over the shock though,  reminding the simple girl how pretty the elf was, not that she needed a reminder,  and then of the request of her....though sounded a lot more bossy to her. " No reason you should spend your pence on her Bianka....well...maybe, wouldn't be bad to know someone ' round here. " her body had already decided for her however and she found herself heading to he stand outside the small dwelling she had purchased the warm and sweet drink from. Her blue eyes shot around the crowd and her pale cheeks flushed from the cold and perhaps the part of her mind still stuck on elven beauty helped them stay a healthy red. A few men cast her jealous stares as she walked,  whispering to each other, some of it being heard. " Heard elven women are into other women anyway, mate. " a few men snickered after the comment,  making Bianka put het head down and go to the stand.<br/><br/>When she arrived the girl would count out a few of the pennies and slap four of them on the wood of the counter of the ramshackle stand, feeling the loss of the coin from her purse already. The toothless hag would comment about Bianka heaving been there already, and somehing about already looking 'healthy' enough. The blacksmith's daugther would clear her throat however " Just two please, already got my own mug tho."<br/><br/>Cider would be divvied out and a blushing small-village girl would head back throug the streets,  mentally combatting herself over whether or not she should humor the elf. Friends were needed in combat but....she saw how the she-elf treated the men. She just bit her tongue though and continued to the lodging, the mugs steaming and her chainmail jingling<br/><br/>(( I apologize for any typos. Had to hastily look it over after phone typing it. ))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>