Storm grumbled as she woke up with a bastard behind the eyes, shit it was a really ‘good’ one. By the gods her mouth felt like a horses arse. Touching the side of her face, the one without the scar was a little swollen the woman tried to remember if she had been in a fight last night, or she had fallen over, it could have been either. As she struggled to remember the events that had passed Storm did remember she did have somewhere to go……ahh yes it was on that paper. After looking at it through she sighed. As it was coin was getting short, very short, and she wanted to eat and more importantly buy booze then this was an option.<br/><br/>This bloody masked lady must be pretty desperate if she was getting in touch with her, scraping the bottom of the barrel as it were. Still she may as well go there might be some free grog or something. So after some painful contemplation and her usual coughing something disgusting the women made here way there.<br/><br/>She arrived a little late, some might say fashionably late. She looked about the room and cast her eyes over those gathered.<em>Oh fack…elves…</em>A deep sigh fell from her lips. She was though rather pleased to see Woem and approached grabbing his backside. “ ‘Ow’s ve maggot lav…” Her attentions then went to Lady mask and her critter, the woman scratched her face and then sniffed wiping nose across her sleeve. “Sorry I’m a bit late ya know ‘ow it is, waylaid and all vat shite.”  Storm coughed then, and continued to scratch her scar, “Fing is abaat vis signing, Last time I signed up I was in ve fackin’ army …ma’am. So is vere a get out sort of fing aver van buyin’ the bleedin’ farm ma’am.” Storm needed the money yes…and it was tempting but she really wanted to know what was going on after all she had likely missed half of the details.<br/><br/>“I ain’t bein’ rude or naffin’ I jast like ta know what ve ‘ell I am getting’ inta.”  She continued looking at the book with bloodshot eyes.<br/>