<strong> Storm enjoying the bar</strong><br/>Storm stiffed loudly and then coughed again bringing up blooded phlegm spittoon that she spat into to, she was pretty sure that the tavern owner would not be offended after all she was a true Princess not like any of these prissy little beauties that if one scratched the skin, the veneer they were fetid creatures. As is was Strorm was enjoying the company as she swigged her drink.<br/><br/>The veteran chuckled and started chatting, well rather more like telling dirty jokes and adding in a few stories about the high ups in the army and their ‘eccentricities’ and perversions. The truth be told she was pleased to find someone to chat to. Occasionally though Storm would ask about the weirdo’s that ‘Princess’ had to deal with, of course making a joke of it …even pointing out Maggot in that bunch.<br/><br/>Even as she spoke however Storm did remember they had a job to do and she kept her ears open for general gossip, whilst continuing the far more pleasant conversation with the orc. As well as enjoying the conversation it never hurt to be in the ‘good books’ with a tavern owner.<br/><br/><br/>"Listen lav I mast offer yah a shot of some of me good staff...if yah know what I mean and the right mix if yah fancy makin' a flask or two...its good fer weapon cleanin' too. Fack me this staff takes the edge off yer day one of ve best fings I learned in the army..." There was another chuckle.