Storm  didn’t really give a shit about bouncy elves or beaches, she did give a shit however that this place was perhaps some sort of magical affair, and the woman had a huge mistrust of anything like that. She had learned the hard was and see the havoc and pain that magic cause.  There was only one thing that soldier mistrusted more and that was the bastards that wielded it, like some mini gods...<br/><br/>The half orc however was far more interesting she tipped an invisible cap as it were to him and offered a smile...or a smile as far she  could, for the scar caused it to look more like a sneer. “Awight lav, fancy buyin’ fackin’ poor old soldier a blaady drink.”<br/><br/>The commotion was still obviously going on, “Fer Facks sake can someone shat that bastard screechin’ ‘arpy ap. I came ‘ere fer a quiet drink. Noffin’ I ‘ate more that drinkin’ time bein’ disturbed. “  She cought something then, and spat it on the floor. “Blaady ell that looks like a bit of me lungs.” A chuckle passed her lips then before she returned to the important matter of her booze.<br/>