They would never run out of drinking songs, and if they did? Solvieg was likely to make one up on the spot. It helped to keep the coffers full when they sold to taverns, and otherwise, but tonight the Mead was on her. Painted as a 'gift' but intended to cause irritation on the Petty Kings behalf. But, the slight was worth losing a few hundred silver on the casks, and even more worth it in that she could feign the act a sign of good faith.<br/><br/>Afterall, anyday without a battlefield, and with a full horn of Mead served as a 'good' one for Solvieg. With plenty of alluring sights and song to keep her interested, inebriated, and jovial, business could sit by the wayside. She , and especially her men deserved a bit of fun.<br/><br/>Like Gunvor, one of her best and most trusted shield brothers, walking pack muel, and beast able to row a full ship with only six others. Intimidating as he was, the giant of man was a damned lamb at heart. She'd seen him carry countless children upon his broad shoulders up and down the hillside of their new homeland, then tumbled down the grasshillside after. To look at him though, in battle, or simply adorned in his leathers, well....<br/><br/>She couldn't help but laugh at the stranger as he stumbled, and landed flat on his ass, nor could the rest of her crew. Her voice was thick and heavy with drink , but carried a teasing kit when it rang out.<br/><b><br/>
"Gunvor, I'd av' thought better of you!"</b>She rose , chastising her friend as she stepped down the stairs of kegs.<b>" Scarin' a little Fawn like that by sneaking up on em...."</b>She claacked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, motherly as ever, pat the bear of a man on the back twice and ushered him aside.<br/><br/>She had not gotten a good look at the stranger before or as he fumbled, so much as just caught a streak of blonde, an a tumble.  Now able to get a rather decent look, she let her right brow raise archingly.<b>"Myyyy..." </b>The word lingered on her tongue until.it dissipated into the cackles of her crew<b>. "You are a pretty one, aren't you?"</b>It was hard to tell by her tone alone if she was serious. She was quick to escalate the situation, as she would with any outsider. She extended a hand, "<b>Awful cruel of ya though, breaking Gunvor's heart...Playing hard ta get like that. " </b><br/><br/>Her fingers were nimble, but strong as they stretched out beneath the fur of her gauntlet, palm up as per tradition.  A little wobbly on her feet, the drink had certianly made her a little less patient. Her fingers waggled,<b>"Come now Fawn, let a girl say she's sorry fr' her muscle?"</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>