<br/><br/>Location: Bar<br/>Company:  None<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 was quick to give Warren a once over, brushing her lips off on the back of her arm before responding.  "I sure as hell didn't come here for some alone time," she responded with a half smile, pushing the empty flagon away and twisting her hips slightly to face him.  Her smile was genuine and friendly, and after considering the look of his chest under his loose shirt she finished turning and leaned with her back on the counter, elbows on the bar, stretching her back and perhaps puffing her chest out a bit as a side effect.<br/><br/>This was actually the hard part for her.  She wasn't much good at small talk, and while Warren had a shot with her, she'd been on the road for... quite some time.  She needed to blow of some steam in a major way, and she wondered to herself if the thin young man would be enough to satisfy her appetite.  "You alone, stranger?" she asked, a thick eyebrow raising up.  If not, she thought to herself, she would be able to find him some... companions at arms.  And her legs.