“Listen yah fackin’ arsewipe I am nofing ta do wif that place ‘cept I ‘appened ta ‘ave a drink vere . Now if yeah fink I am sam sort of blaady leader, then yer ‘ead is in yer arse. I don’t give a rats backside ooo I apset all I know is I was ‘avin’ a quiet drink and sam floozy set off them flesh eaters.”<br/><br/>Storm put her hands on her hips and ground her teeth, she was no shrinking violet “Now ...I ain’t got mach ‘old wif temples wevver veese good folks ‘ave is ver concern. All I know is I got me maaf burned savin’ you a traable.”<br/><br/>“Point is lav I am too long in ve fackin’ toof.” She coughed and spat on the floor blood mingled with her spittle.  “Seems to me most of ‘em  are a bunch of idiot adventurers vat want some taste of glory.” And maybe she might have to clip a few ears, that was if she was if she played the stupid card.... and join them  Dammit ...with that Storm took a swig of her booze. For now the woman would play the drunk, with a burp and a curse and  a breath that would melt steel  she wandered off, leaving someone else to play nice.<br/><br/>First port of call was the idiot elf .<br/>