<div class="floatright"><div align="center">Asherah MacDuncan (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1832069)</div>(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/5/O/Y/75OYe/b2348d9b76d847abf8689c317a8afa5e.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>Below deck - deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>Quickly Asherah would realize that these people  Rurik and Vesna pretty much ignored her.   Was it a half elf thing,  it mattered not to her, not any skin off her back.   Not like she join up with those two anyways.  Still she take and get a refill matching the two mug for mug of the grog.<br/><br/>When the physicality started with the two.  She would rise up move away from the table backing up.   Letting them have space, and then with a gait that shows she been in the cups.  She make her way out of the hold and up to deck.  Of course that was a bit harder to accomplish.   As her sense of coordination is off and she kept slipping down around between the third and fifth rungs of the ladder leading to the deck.   Each time slipping back off of the ladder she would let out a expletive.<br/><br/><strong>"Ballywacker freakin cur."<br/><br/>"Freakin arse hole."<br/><br/>"Aggh bloody hell."</strong><br/><br/>Finally Asherah would navigate and reach topside and the deck.   Instantly her demeanor changes as the fresh sea air caresses over.   She then stagger over towards a rail and peer out over the water.   Wishing there was more privacy.   So she could tend to  her ablutions fully and not truncated because of the lack of privacy.<br/><br/>