<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/eb/d8/a4/ebd8a42bc4db97868155efa9388ad1ef.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Myrina Valda<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Barn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anna, Bastion<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Whenever a community suddenly got bigger it was natural for the locals to be skeptical, even avoid some of the new arrivals. Sometimes this was just small, swamp town prejudice. People not trusting those that look and act differently than they do. These types of communities were rife with it. Of course sometimes the skepticism was warranted. After all, how often did these people see the likes of a necromancer or a dragon rider, before their little community was put on the map? Never, that's when.<br/><br/>Myrina wasn't exactly terrifying when she was just walking down the street. Even the blood that still clung to her boots and hands wasn't necessarily that uncommon any more, but people still were steering clear of her. Sure she wore a broadsword behind her hips, and a battle ax on her back, and there was no denying that she had a presence that one might call "Intimidating", but the smile on her face was genuine, and the little bounce in her step cheerful. So what was there really to steer clear of?<br/>Possibly the hogtied orc, thrashing about and cursing beneath the gag in his mouth, that the barbarian carried on her back.<br/><br/>Myrina was already in a good mood as she walked through the middle of the encampment turned turned town, making her way to the barn turned pub, with her monster soon to be turned into potion ingredients on her back, and when she spotted one of the two people she was on her way to, her mood brightened even more. She spotted the alchemist unloading some of her wares for the Barn and her initial inclination was to give her a firm, open palm, slap on the behind. But she wasn't sure she knew Anna well enough yet, and one of the main rules in a place like this was<em>"don't burn the locals."</em>So she settled for a hand on the woman's shoulder.<br/>"Miss Anna, two fresh, orc adrenal glands, as ordered…" a quick glance around "...has the good witch come back with her goodies yet?...Ah! There she is!"<br/><br/>She moved her hand to pat Anna's back instead of her shoulder, "Looks like we're about ready to get cookin, huh?" Then she gave the alchemist a wink and headed into the Barn, with her writhing monster still on her back.<br/><br/>As she approached Bastion from behind, the firm, open palm, finally found its preferred destination on the boy's firm ass, with an audible clap.<br/>"Bastion, did you find all of your roots and mushrooms?" She asked with a teasing grin as she took up a stool next to him.