A young, red haired woman joined Eve in her dancing, hips swaying side to side. A pair of blades sat on either hip of her tight pants, hands covered in fingerless gloves and a vest with many knife handles sticking out.  When the singing and cheering died down, she smiled at the half elf, moving a lock of hair from her eyes.<strong>"That was some mighty fine dancin' there lass, woulda thought I was back home with the troupe. Mind if'n I buy your next drink?"</strong>