<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>Yagnar  (M) Anna<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Myrina looked on at Yagnar, through a half lidded, mostly uninterested gaze. Idylly holding her mug to her lips while letting the alcoholic liquid trickle down her throat. If there was any sign the half orc's resentment of the barmaid had any effect on her, it would be in the little smirk that pulled at the corner of her lip.<br/>"Or maybe she just doesn't want a pair of big brutish tusks tearing her cunt to pieces…"<br/><br/>She said, sitting up on her stool. Around then even Anna had decided she had had enough of this conversation and mentioned that she would be going back to her shop, and to meet her there when she and Bastion were finished. Myrina actually had half a mind to join her, but then decided that Yagnar's ego was still a little too inflated for his own good.<br/>"...because the moment I started describing the things I would do to her…" the barbarian let her tongue slide out a little so she could lick her lips. "Mm, I could tell she was getting wet just thinking about it."<br/><br/>It was when Yagnar made his offer for a three way that Anna finished her drink and took off. Myrina let her gaze wander after that ass until it was all the way out the door. Then she turned back to Yagnar again. "You might be setting your sights a little high, fella. I doubt you even have what it takes to handle ten minutes with me alone. Let alone me and someone else…"<br/>Then she reached out and patted Yagnar's chest with the back of her hand.<br/>"...generally it takes more than what a retiree has on hand to satisfy me."