<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/eb/d8/a4/ebd8a42bc4db97868155efa9388ad1ef.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Myrina Valda<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Barn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anna, Bastion, Talia<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>That sweet, alcoholic nectar had only just begun to wet the tip of her tongue, her other hand becoming more and more comfortable grasping the swell of Anna's hip, when the unmistakable sound of Talia's admonishment struck her ear, and the burn of her death glare cut through anything else going on in the barbarian's mind.<br/>It's not like Myrina hadn't been chewed out before. Getting chewed out by people since she left her tribe had become second nature to her by now. Hell, she was pretty sure she might be responsible for a few of those banned items herself. Sure the rule still stands, don't burn the locals, but that didn't mean she couldn't try to turn on that old, chieftain's daughter, charm to get a little something now and then.<br/><br/>She had half a mouthful of beer when Talia started in, and as the woman spoke Myrina put down her mug and swallowed hard. Her eyes wide and knowingly guilty, until her expression softened into a big cheshire smile.<br/>"Talia, have a heart...it's not like I can put a leash on him, and tie him up outside. Next thing you know, he eats someone's horse."<br/><br/>"...we'll just finish this round...that we already paid for...then, off we'll pop, and take this little beastie with us. Then I give you my word, you'll never see hide nor hair of him again." With that last part she put her hand to her heart, emphasizing her sincerity, and as if confirming that fear, the orc himself struggled a bit there on the floor. But between his binds, and Myrina's heavy boot still pinning his head to the ground, his attempts were futile.