Some of the other patrons of the bar were already watching Silva's shameless flirting, but when she mentioned sharing, nearly every man - and a few of the women - in the bar were paying her their full attention.<br/><br/>"Hah.  Any other day, I'd be glad to join in," Eric shouted from the table, "but I've got an important message to deliver back home, and I'm afraid staying another night here isn't an option.  Besides, I've got my own woman back home."<br/><br/>"Be glad he's got places to go, lass," the other barbarian said, his hand still patting Silva's rear.  "You wouldn't be able to handle another man once I lay with you."  As he spoke, a few of the patrons that were listening in broke into laughter.  "Anyway, the name's Olaf.  Eric and I are both from the same village, up in Nibelung.  Why don't you come have a seat with us, and tell us a bit about yourself, hm?" he finished, his voice dropping down to normal levels.  Once the crowd saw that he wasn't going to continue his banter, they settled down and went back to their meals and drinks, though a few of them kept glancing her way.  The table of adventurers, in particular, seemed to be paying quite a bit of attention to her still.  Now that she had a bit more time to look at them, she saw that they were a pretty varied group, four men - two humans, an elf, and a dwarf - and two women - another human, and a kitsune, a rarity in these parts.