<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MN7LXHg.png?1)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Tavern Wench Talia<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Barn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All of you!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As her flush diminished, the bar wench pressed her lips together in thought. With a little pop, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.<strong>"You can sweet talk me just this once, Barbarian,"</strong>Talia lectured. This<em>once</em>might have actually been<em>thrice</em>, and on occasion it hadn't ended well, but what was a girl to do? Myrina's charisma was undeniable.<strong>"But don't get used to it! Drink fast lest I change my mind!"</strong>she unconvincingly threatened. She seemed ready to nag some more - she was very good at chewing an ear off - but heard the call of a customer in need.<br/><br/><strong>"Of course, Kalin!"</strong>She gave one last look to the trio of troublemakers before huffing off in a swirl to retrieve the hot water. When she returned, she struck up conversation.<br/><br/><strong>"Are you sure you don't want to try some of Anna's new brew? Special made!"</strong>While Talia appreciated a sharp mind, she better appreciated heavy spending which came easiest from customers who enjoyed heavy drinking. Sure, she may have been encouraging alcoholism which often resulted in a string of bad choices, but as long as it was paid for, she didn't mind too much.