<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>All the Pups & Alrun<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She doesn't seem fazed by the startled looks and stares of the smaller figures milling about the not-a-wizard man; quite accustomed to being treated with awe and shock, nearly as accustomed as she was to the hostility and suspicion.  Her attention shifted to Evri as the slight elf quite pointedly brought up the subject of evil, and she grunted softly.  "Wickedness is an abstract concept, dependent upon the particular morality of the person passing judgement, based upon how they were raised, their unique life experiences and what traits they value."  There was an air of humor threading through her deep voice as she spoke, as if some part of her took pleasure in subverting the expectations of her kind.<em>Not that they were <strong>entirely</strong> unfounded.</em><br/><br/>"If you are asking if I devour babies, kill without cause or remorse, steal for the sheer greed or pleasure of it or rape innocents out of a lust for pleasure and a hunger to prove my own dominance over those weaker and smaller than myself?  No, I am not evil in that sense."  Her lips curled up at one corner sardonically, and then she found herself the subject of more unexpected attention.  The beautiful redhead - who was clearly a fellow warrior - was speaking in a way that reminded her strongly of her mother's tribe.  Orcs, as a species, were not matriarchal, but they tended to be willing to follow the strongest warrior, no matter what gender that warrior was.  Her mother had killed many and bested every man and woman who had tried to challenge her for the role of leader of their tribe.  This deference was not unfamiliar, then, but certainly startling to experience first-hand.  "Oh...uhm...I'll definitely let you know...thank you?"<br/><br/>Suddenly, the confusion was only intensified as she found herself the subject of lustful advances and gazes from several other fronts, one even going so far as to touch her.  She blinked down at Kirss and cleared her throat, nodding a little to the small, vocal person with the green hair, unsure how to respond to what was being said.  Luckily there was discussion of leaving and she could nod sharply to Alrun.  "I am ready.  I will...uhm...wait outside."  Color flushed her cheeks ever so faintly, turning them a darker hue as she drained her tankard, then set it on the table and turned to cross the room with long strides.  She felt a strong desire for fresh air and open space, her skin suddenly feeling too tight and itchy.<br/><br/>The halfling's exclamation seemed to chase her from the tavern as her face darkened even more and she let the rumbled retort, tinged with both humor and exasperation, trail behind her as she walked outside.  "Only mostly."