<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i.pinimg.com/originals/7f/39/c3/7f39c307f281f7f340a2e4cf57675ea7.png)<br/>Kasala</div></div>Brecca nodded and started to hurry away, before seeming to remember herself. "Y-Yes my lady," she stammered. Then she hurried off to the kitchen. A moment later, a balding, middle-aged gentleman stuck his head out, took note of Larissa with a certain level of awe, and then just as quickly vanished back into the kitchen.<br/><br/>A wicked grin played across Kasala's face at Larissa's inquiry. "Ah, you heard that, did you?" There was no hint of embarrassment or apology in the elf's voice. Indeed, the historian made no secret of her ravenous sexual appetite. There wasn't a serving girl or stable boy in all of Castle Ruxvan who had been spared her searching gaze, and few had ever resisted her charms for long. Indeed, by longstanding tradition, every new maid's first assignment at Castle Ruxvan was Kasala's study. Some even said that this was one of the terms Kasala had set down in her agreement with House Ruxvan generations ago.<br/><br/>The elf seemed to gaze off into the distance. "I haven't had a sailor since your great-great-grandmother's voyage to the Shrouded Isle." Kasala bit her lip light, apparently enjoying the recollection immensely. "Of course, the<em>Courser</em>had no individual quarters. Cassandra and I had bunks right there with all the other sailors..."<br/><br/>The scarred bartender came around with two mugs of ale. "Good day, my Ladies," she said, entirely respectful but seemingly unphased by the presence of nobility in her taproom. She set the mugs down before Larissa and companion. "May I ask who I have the honour of hosting this day?"