Storm took a few more swigs and headed off to the pub that had been suggested, the name made her splutter, because she would fit in so well there. Of course the veteran was not about to go in with any of the others, after all they looked like a bloody adventuring party and that often set people on edge. She just hoped there was going to be no trouble especially of the magical kind, because that made things fucking difficult.<br/><br/>Thus the woman wandered into the tavern, passing likely unnoticed on her own, Storm had a long time ago learned to hide in plain sight. No one wanted to look at  the drunk in the corner and Storm could act it well, after all she normally stank of booze.<br/><br/>So ignoring the fact that it was a brothel too, this was not a pause in a mission for a bit of fun, she could not remember the last time she got a good  fuck still  it was not like she was plying for trade tonight. A ‘pretty boy’ might amuse... but as it was Storm was here to do a job. With that in mind she called for a drink and then listened to the gossip. If needed the woman would pretend to be asleep…<br/>