Silva pursed her lips, a slightly over exaggerated look of disappointment crossing her face at Eric's eminent departure, "Oooh? That's too bad. Your wife is a<em>very</em>lucky woman to have such a devoted man." Silva said without a hint of sarcasm, and took a moment to size both men up. They were big, bronze-skin and muscle-bound. She decided that Olaf was the pick of the two, with his thick arms, broad shoulders<br/>and muscled chest. Clearly the pair could handle themselves too. A tingle crept across her inner-thigh.<br/><br/>Silva turned her attention back to Olaf. "You're a bad man indeed! Not to mention confident..." her voice lowered as she leaned a little closer to the barbarian "...see, I was raised by a trio of sacred prostitutes of Calistria. I know how to make a man wanton with but a touch of my fingers. Some sacred prostitutes are even said to be able to drive a man mad with desire..."  she quivered inwardly, eyes narrowing as Olaf's big hand continued to enjoy the supple skin of her rump. Clearly she didn't mind his advances one bit.<br/><br/>Standing back up straight and pushing her chest out with confidence, Silva seemed slightly more serious now "However, I am no "lass" - I may be more woman than you can handle, ha, ha!" but clearly she was still playful.<br/><br/>"Yeah, i'll join you men, I gotta get the truth from Eric - see if you're the stallion you<em>claim</em>to be! But you're buying the next round, right?" she didn't hesitate and scooped up a flagon of frothing cool ale off the bar, then slinked across to join the mountain barbarians at their table as.<br/><br/>As she sat she down at the table she dumped her heavy backpack against the wall and shot a look over to the mercenaries and adventurers at the table across the room who’d been admiring her form. She made no effort to hide the look from Olaf. The mixed group looked intriguing, but chances were they'd grab the best opportunities for adventure and profit before she could if she wasn’t careful. Silva usually operated solo, or with as few companions as possible. The more companions, the smaller the cut of the reward for all involved. Still, a few in their group looked like they might be to her tastes. She sent a smile and a nod their way and raised her mug to them before taking her first, deep draught and turning her attention back to the mountain barbarians.<br/><br/>“As for me, I’m an adventuress and swordswoman of some skill, I go where the excitement is and the gold flows, which is here for now. My last venture turned out to be a disaster, well mostly. There was a few thrills to be had, but no treasure – such a shame. What brings you and Eric to the city? Not looking for a soft, lowland wife I hope?! Ha, haa!” Silva laughed. “Know of any work going? The gods know I could use some.”