<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/a8/81/92a881fbbe9147ff8094769d7509184a.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Ilya Wor</strong><br/><strong>Isselbach Inn</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ilya stood at the bar with a large tankard of ale clasped in one calloused, massive fist.  This saved her from having to make some choice about which half of the room to sit in, and protected the patrons from the presence they might very well find menacing.  Broad of shoulder, thickly-hewn and towering nearly seven full feet, she was an imposing figure, even when she was not trying to be.  The lower incisors that thrust up from her bottom jaw, while small and unimpressive to orc-kind, were still a dead give-away of her mixed parentage and made many humans - and especially elves - uncomfortable; if not openly hostile.<br/><br/>Her shockingly pretty, dove-grey eyes - intelligent and fully human, which often only seemed to unsettle others<em>more</em>- were focused on the contents of her cup, which had been drained and refilled once already.  However, they rose at the sound of the grousing behind her and the mention of exploration and adventure.  Caves were not exactly her favorite places, often cramped and claustrophobic, but she was growing restless and she was never opposed to the idea of a bit of treasure.  Turning from the bar, she picked up the large longbow that had been leaning against her meaty thigh, sliding it up to hang from her shoulder as she crossed the room with an unexpected lightness and nimbleness of step.<br/><br/>Her gaze moved over the small, colorful creatures that had already found their way to the man, a hint of a smile touching the corner of her mouth.  The soft, noisy creatures chattered and she couldn't help but be reminded of birds flitting about a feeder or bathing in a rain puddle after a storm.  Her gaze rose however, to the man who had put out the call for arms and she made a fist with her right hand, pressing the knuckle of her curled thumb to the center of her forehead and sliding it down the bridge of her nose.<br/><br/>"I am Ilya Wor.  I will go with you to find this cave and explore its depths."  Her voice was a deep, husky rumble in her chest, not loud but with a resonance that could easily silence a room with a single word.