<div class="floatright"><strong>Vesna</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1833393)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/T1mI2gq.jpg)</div><br/>Vesna stomped down below decks, peering about the revelry of sailors taking place. A grin stretched across her lips. She wasn't wearing her mask this evening, nor was her body exposed in it's usual fashion. A heavy cloak loosely fluttered around her as she walked over to the table, pulling aside a rickety old chair and planting her heavy body into it with a<em>humph</em>. Her eyes darted between the sailors, before she went to speak.<br/><br/><strong>"Pour me a drink. I'll drink you all under the table",</strong>she declared roughly, slamming a fist down onto the table,<strong>"Specially you, half-orc. You don't look much like an iron stomach"</strong>.<br/><br/>She laughed heartily, leaning back heavily in her chair. Strong hands fell to the drawstring around her waist and undid it, allow her cloak to loosen and part slightly, revealing the slightest hint of the mostly naked flesh beneath, though still concealing any of her privates.<br/><br/><br/>