"Aye, Tymora. Fickle she is."<br/><br/>Myrna gives the wench a few coppers for her troubles, and takes a big swig of the ale. She looks over the top of the mug when Aura refuses more wine, and asks for a mug too. "Lookin to get blitzed, elf? Or are ye expandin yer tunnels?"<br/><br/>She drinks a bit more of the mug as she asks for a tour of the town. Myrna's eyebrow raises quizzically at the question, her mug hitting the table with a resounding thump. "A walk? Around town? In the middle a the night, while a wee tipsy?" She pretends to mull over the thought. "Eh, why not? We won't get in trouble... At least not alot." She chuckles faintly.