Storm was more than happy to see that the place was not full entirely of princess’s and perfect looking whores. The veteran had had her fill of perfection in the past, and they were the ones that fell first. This was a pleasant relief if she were to be honest. Of course the woman was taking in all her surroundings, listening to the gossip and trying to understand the Dynamics of the place. Still she tried to just shrink into the background however manners and the need for more booze said otherwise.<br/><br/>Storm grinned at the woman, “Well I aint ‘ere fer a fackin’ job, less you 'ave sam real perverts in 'ere...” She chuckled, “I fink I would go down like a fart in a suit of plate mail.” There was a pause then, “Mach as I would lav a pretty boy fer ve night vat would be blaady mean, and well I ‘as Mister palm and ‘is five lavely sons.” Her laugh was a little more dirty this time, she looked at the drink and smiled it would be good to have something with more taste than her weapon cleaner “Now that looks a might tastier than some boy that’s wet be’ind the ears.”<br/><br/>Storm put out a hand and offered it to the woman. “Storm is ve name, I am a bit new ta vese parts do ya fink ya can give me sam tips on staff abaat round 'ere? Ya must be due a break ta ‘ave a drink?”<br/>