<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/5-Sigourney-Weaver-Alien-3.jpg)</div>Storm made sure she got a drink or few more even getting a few patrons her some. If anyone had thought she stank of booze before then it was nothing on the way she was now. However the woman could walk in a straight line and her voice did not appear slurred though perhaps the language was a little more colourful.<br/><br/>She smiled at the group, though because of one of her scars it looked more like a sneer. When she saw ‘Magott’ and the elf that appeared to be getting friendly she laughed and winked at princess and told her that pointy ears over there would be disappointed if she got him in the sack.<br/><br/>She approached the others then slapping her friends arse, “Didn’t take ya long ya filfy facking bastard.”<br/><br/>“Weapons ya say…good plan but I don’t want any of vat shitty magic crap vey always end up biting ya on ve fakin’ arse.” It was quite obvious she was not a large fan of magic, still Storm did have her reasons. The woman told everyone the snippets of information she had found, and told them all what a great Landlady Princess was. “She is a right blaady laugh…”<br/>