<div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/010/127/279/large/sangheon-nam-1-c.jpg?1522724783)</div><br/><em>She immediately scrunched up her nose with a unpleasant expression on her face from the smell of mead and sweat coming from the patrons. This was no noblemen's club or palace courtroom... and she expected the mead would be just as distasteful as the small hovels appearance was. She was not expecting to find a high class establishment however, and Master Reharl had warned her to be careful in places like this. She knew not to display weakness or effeminate manner when in the presence of the common folk. They didn't have the education to properly respect someone of her station, only through deed and action would she win over a group of scoundrels like this. <br/> <br/> She kept her hand resting on the hilt of her blade, absentmindedly tapping it as she looked over the residents of the seedy pub. Her gaze flickered over towards the red headed wench entering the dining hall. She was pretty by a commoners standards, her body was appropriately formed to draw attention to her thighs and breasts. Jacqueline raised a brow slightly at seeing the girl subtly swipe the coin purse from the man's waistband. She nearly called the girl out on instinct, but thought better of it upon considering her situation. Clearly those men were scum... and they likely stole that money from someone else anyways. Only just for them to lose it.<br/> <br/> She strode over towards the tavern keeper with long steps, her hips shifting from one side to the other, her loincloth swaying just enough for her ample cheeks to peak out on each step. Her calves and thighs flexed tightly with lean muscle underneath her tender skin, showing her strength without making her appear masculine. Jacqueline was comfortable in her somewhat exposed garbs. She was used to dressing in this manner, and didn't give it much thought anymore. Her revealing attire was considered fashionable among her noble peers, a northern style mostly used for ceremonial dueling that was meant to accentuate the grace and form of a female warrior.<br/> <br/> She passed by the group of skulking miscreants at the table, her eyes shifting over there faces and armor. They were a suspicious lot to be sure. She sat down at a bar stool near the barkeep, within earshot of the group of vagabonds that had caught her attention. She intentionally tapped the wood bar with her leather gauntlet loud enough to get the Keeps good ear. "Barkeep, get me best ale you have...Please" She spoke firmly with confidence, purposefully speaking with a commanding but refined tone, not trying to hide her elegant dialect.<br/> <br/> She dropped a handful of silver coins on the table to make sure he'd jump to it, and leaned back to eavesdrop on the group of men that were taking behind her. <br/> </em>