<br/>Location: Bar<br/>Company:  Warren<br/>Attire: Mostly rags, cloth straps, loin cloth, with some pieces of armor and jewelry<br/>Approachability:  Totally open (Would love a group)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>(http://orig08.deviantart.net/9c37/f/2017/187/3/7/valda01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfduhv.jpg) Valda's mouth twiched when Warren said he was alone.  That was a shame, she was hoping she'd be able to snare a whole adventuring party through the rakish man in front of her.<em>Oh well,</em>she thought to herself,<em>Guess I'll just have to settle in for a longer hunt.</em><br/><br/>"Name's Valda," she said, flicking her auburn hair to the side with her fingers.  "Does that ring a bell?  I've won quite a few battles and I'm hoping my name is starting to get around these parts."  Her toe tapped the hilt of her scabbard as it leaned against the counter underneath her to demonstrate.<br/><br/>"A wandering tinkerer?  Do they not have enough call for tinkering in one town?"  Valda asked slightly teasingly.  In truth, she was a bit more concerned with what the tavern's clientele liked to do in their off time at the moment than what they did as a profession... except perhaps the few men and women in the building that liked to work on their back.