Listening to Olaf and Eric talk, Silva smiled inwardly. Seeing Olaf up close, she could now see his size, physical power and the rippling muscles of his torso up close – he was just the type of man she went for. He was at least a full head taller than she and no doubt could pick her right up off the ground with ease. She just hoped he hadn’t caught anything from the whores he’d clearly lain with over the years.<br/><br/>She leaned-in close to Olaf again this time granting him a pleasing view of her cleavage. Her voice was quieter now so just the two barbarians could hear “Oh yes, there’s all kinds of things I can think of showing… and doing to a man like you…” her hand crept out and down to brush up along the inside of Olaf’s meaty thigh. She was tempted to reach further and get a feel for just what she might be in for, but stopped.<em>Try not to be too forward girl. You don’t want this big brute to think you’re too easy! </em>She reminded herself. Silva was content to just rub the barbarian’s muscled leg… for now.<br/><br/>Turning to Eric, Silva said “Sounds like he’s quite the conquering bull!” and releasing his leg, elbowed Olaf in the ribs, laughing “Might be some fun in bed after all! My name is Silva. If you’ve heard the name before, don’t believe everything they say about me. I’m really sweet and innocent” she lied.<br/><br/>“Odd jobs I don’t do. As I say, I’m looking for something exciting that pays well. I’d be keen to join you in clearing out this old mine, but iron ingots and backbreaking work in carting the stuff isn’t really my thing. Still, I may just head down to the Broken Talisman tomorrow if I can’t find anything before then. After all, a girl’s gotta keep busy.”<br/><br/>With a long draw on her flagon, Silva finished her ale. “Now, gentlemen, please excuse me for now. I shall return later and you’d better have that next round ready for me too Olaf – i’m rather thirsty after my recent journey!” with a sly smile and a wink to Olaf Silva took her leave, but not before making sure she had Olaf’s room number just in case she was late in returning. She planned on taking Olaf’s up on his offer later.<br/><br/>Silva hoped the barkeep had one of his maids drawing her a bath, she longed for the chance to wash. She moved across the common room to the table of mercenaries and cast a keen eye over the group as she approached.<br/><br/>“Good evening all. Mind if I join you for a few drinks and perhaps a yarn or two? Silva Kildana, an honour to be sure!” needing no invitation, she plonked her exquisite behind down right on the table right in front of one of the human men in the group, a dangerous-looking man with long sleek jet back hair and a nasty scar down one cheek. A cold, vicious look was in his eyes. Silva cocked one leg up on top of the table, leaving the creamy supple skin of her curved thighs and ass on display.<br/><br/>Silva didn’t wait for a response, locking eyes with the man seated before her “Well, well, Darian Extavar? Who would have thought a man of your undoubtedly good breeding would grace a tavern such as this with his presence?” the sarcasm practically dripped from her lips.<br/><br/>She’d met Darian before, even fought along side him a few times. Darian was a detestably arrogant, selfish, jealous and self-important lesser noble, the third son of House Extravar, who sold his services as a mercenary for the coin and the chance to bring down ruin upon others. He’d lusted after her for some time and even made several overt advances towards her in the past. He wanted her, badly, what’s more, she knew it. Silva was glad to lead him along only to leave him disappointed in the end. It wasn’t his unending arrogance but his callous nature she detested.