<strong>Kayla</strong><br/><br/>Scale male jingled as Kayla strode into the tavern. She was smiling, feeling refreshed and accomplished. She waved at "Sinner Sinnereye" (and nobody believed that was his real name, but they didn't seem to much care either) and a mug of weak ale was placed in front of her. There was no charge for her. She'd stopped enough barrels of the stuff from being stolen by orcs that she had a ways to go to work off her tab.<br/><br/>"Good day?" The old adventurer asked the young one.<br/><br/>"Great day. Beautiful sky, lovely wind, no orcs in sight." The young paladin said happily as she sipped the ale. "What's going on over there?" She nodded to the crowd around Theswyn.<br/><br/>The bartender grunted. "Damn fool elf getting a few free rounds before she chops her fingers off." He shook his head, world-weary man he was he'd seen it all.<br/><br/>"Ah." Kayla paled a little, she wasn't exactly known for being the most graceful human. Or the most graceful human that lived in this town. Or even the most nimble member of her family. "She's not uh, challenging people is she?" She asked nervously. But old Sinner just rolled his eyes in disgust and walked off to help another customer.<br/><br/>As the crowd was taking up most of the space Kayla made her way over to Sinathel, not noticing any mice (or if she did paying them no more attention than she normally would) and nodded to the empty chair near the stranger. "Mind if I join you?" She asked warmly.<br/><br/>Kayla was still wearing her prized chain mail, holding her massive polearm in one hand and a drink in the other, her honey blonde hair stood up in a spiky mohawk down the middle of her skull, the sides of her head shaved, originally a souvenir from the rest of her hair being burned off in an orc attack awhile back, she had decided to keep it that way to remind herself to always stay vigilant.