<strong>Storm still drinking</strong><br/><br/>Storm was certainly not worried by ‘Princess’ in fact it was almost rather gratifying. Perhaps the woman was drunk but it had been a hell of a long time since she had made anyone blush, actually she had but not in this way. As it was the veteran seriously did enjoy her company, she was a whole lot more interesting that maggot with a brain the size of one and the usual ‘adventurers’ that hung about in bars bragging or blinking their beautiful eyes. Patting the orcs knee Storm grinned, knowing she was hardly a looker either now “Cam on lav ‘ave annaver drink wif me, I like good campany.” It seemed maggot had lost himself up the monks arse somewhere, or had wandered into a wall… his head was thick enough.<br/><br/>Storm thought she might look for the others at some point, but the booze and the company was good and she had found a few snippets of gossip and frankly that was far more enticing than the thought of wandering the streets.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/5-Sigourney-Weaver-Alien-3.jpg)</div>