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/>(http://orig08.deviantart.net/9c37/f/2017/187/3/7/valda01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfduhv.jpg) Even among adventurers there were diverse ways of life.  Some looked for safer jobs with steady money, putting it away knowing that they couldn't do the work other.  Others, more brash, lived fast, tended to die young, and figured if they did decide to retire they would just find one big job that could pay for it all at once.  Whether they were fools or simply more cognizant of life's risks--and the need to enjoy it in the now--was up to debate, but one thing was certain--few were more brazen and willing to spend money after earning it than the woman who had just entered the tavern.  In fact, Valda's reputation as a partier had perhaps begun to overtake her name as a sellsword.<br/><br/>The tall, toned, but very full figured woman strutted up to the bar with confidence, her wide, bare hips jutting out bombastically as she put an elbow on the bar and took in her surroundings.  A lot of young, pretty faces, strong men, large libidos, the kind of place a barbarian with too much money for the moment liked to see.  She smirked as she ordered multiple drinks for herself, all too aware that her barely clothed figure stuck out behind her like a billboard advertising sins of the flesh, her taut back hourglassing down to her waist and then her big, firm ass hanging in the air past the stool with her brown loincloth not leaving much to the imagination, and her muscular legs just as bare as her midriff and similarly impressive arms.<br/><br/>She slung her belongings down beside her, tapping the counter as she waited impatiently for her mead, downing the first drink in one motion before going back to giving the whole town a lust-filled, beckoning eye.