<div class="floatright"><strong>Vesna</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1833393)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/T1mI2gq.jpg)</div><br/>Cup after cup of grog washed down the female barbarian's throat as she contested the half-orc in drinking, giving the occassional smirk at Ashera as she tried to keep up. Her vision had started to blue slightly, and her actions were dizzied after she had sunk what must have been the tenth drink, or so she at least thought. As each drink filled her belly she became less and less reserved, arms swinging around and bawdy remarks filling the room. Her cloak would often be swung to the left or right, occassionally revealing a naked breast beneath.<br/><br/>Vesna grunted as a violent rocking of the vessel sent her crashing to the floor, landing in a roll which half put her under the table. With a groan she looked upward at the half-orc and his fellow crewmen, an angered scowl creeped over her face as she leapt up, taking the half-orc by the vest and sending him crashing to the ground with her in a sudden wrestling bout.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll topple you easily in this, sailor!"</strong>, she roared as she rolled atop him and straddled him, pressing his shoulders back onto the timber decking.