<em>Yeah because I look like a fucking book keeping scribe, why not ask one of the bloody elves because they are always bloody educated. With their perfect everything…and perfect skin...</em>she did manage this time to keep her thoughts to herself, she was not that drunk. Actually that was rather good for her. As was asked she took the book around, her breath stank, well truth be told<em>she</em>stank of booze. She sniffed and took in the other gathered members.<br/><br/>They looked like a right bunch of bloody 'adventurers' and fuckin’ grave robbers'. If she had been religious Storm would have prayed that there were no Paladins. They were worst, bloody sanctimonious bastards that they were.<br/><br/>Yeah butchering villages was just fine as long as it was in the name of their God. She had worked with more than a few half breeds that had one of those bastards as their father. Still now was not the time to get all philosophical , she was loosing valuable drinking time.<br/><br/>The woman took in the names of the others, thinking of her own interpreataions as the time passed. Once  the woman finally reached her barbarian friend. She grinned “So did ya find a personality since ve last time we met lav? Vat was wat yeah were on a quest fer wearn’t it?” she sniffed then, and let out a long and rather unpleasant smelling burp.<br/>