<div class="floatright">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/fb4c/th/pre/i/2015/040/b/d/norn_warrior_by_martyredremnant-d8hbujx.jpg)</div>Belgana flashes a wide, hearty grin up at Landa. "Belgana Swordstroke. But ye can call me Bel. Or Gana. Dinnae really give a shite about it." A bark of laughter follows at the ranger's remark. "Aye, probably right about tha'. Sure I could take the whole damn bunch 'o 'em, but it'll be easier with some back-up."<br/><br/>The dwarf looks around at the quickly gathering crowd of adventurous women. There's a tiefling dancing to the 'music' of the common room, lithe and agile. Closer to Belgana, a dark elvish woman of some sort, a confident fencer, and an older scholar. She nods at the last of them – Morena, as she introduced herself. "If nae the orcs, I like the sound of a ruin! Probably filled with treasure an' monsters tae smack down. But I still think the orcs are the best job. After all," she adds impetuously, "the farmer's daughter could be cooking in a pot soon! Or getting her tits screwed off by a bunch 'o filthy green-skins!"<br/><br/>Folding her arms across her chest, below her prodigious bust, Belgana nods decisively. "Think we ought tae see who wants to go where. I'm good with the orcs an' daughter, or the Rockbreak ruins."