Cyrine takes the offered arm, letting a feint chuckle of amusement escape. "Such chivalry...bet you get all the girls."<br/>She nudges Torin playfully, "S'what I must be doing wrong. Not enough arm offering."<br/>She follows  Torin as he guides her out of the bridge.<br/>"Rhasvod ...liquor so strong it could peel paint. Good stuff.."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>