<div class="floatright"><div align="center">Asherah MacDuncan (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1832069)</div>(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/5/O/Y/75OYe/b2348d9b76d847abf8689c317a8afa5e.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>Below deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Rurik, Vesna<br/><hr/>Asherah watches the large half-orc gulp down the grog.  As she leans against a pole in the hold that array through the deck and into the mast.   A slight amusement spreading across her facial expression.   Amused for she has witness such scenes a hundred times in the inn growing up.   A fond memory flashes of one of those times with friends back at the inn and their drinking.<br/><br/>She is then pulled out of that revelry with the sudden appearance of the tallest dam woman she had ever seen.   The woman towered nearly over everyone else in the dam hold.<br/><br/><em>'Gawds, I'm a short shit next to her.'</em>The thought flashes in Asherah's mind.<br/><br/>The said woman would plop down in one of the chairs at the table with the half-orc.   Clearly having sparked her interest now more fully in the half-orc and the woman.   As the woman issues a clear challenge in regards to drinking.   It sparks again the thought of her own past and friends.<br/><br/><em>'Blasted me arse.'</em><br/><br/>The thought flashes as Asherah pushes herself away from the mast pole and moves towards the table and takes a seat at one of the other chairs, dropping down into it.<br/><br/><strong>"Aye bring me mug also with the grog."</strong><br/><br/>