<div class="floatright"> <br/>(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Wolfspirit.jpg)<br/><strong>Ansha Wulfhart</strong><br/>  </div><br/>"Find anything worth drinking?" Ansha remains leaning against the bar, although she's definitely listening - human ears don't move, much less perk up attentively, but she does have something of that look about her, as she considers Gareth and the two ladies. Vampires. Whatever. "Begin to think I hear a paying job being available. It's been a while, but I think I still remember what that sounds like." She muses. She doesn't move; more out of a reluctance to walk across the crunchy, sticky minefield that is the floor in this place than anything lack of manners.<br/><em>Not the strangest job I've worked. The hunter's probably got more to him than he's showing, but if that pair knows their way around a bar-fight, let alone a real battle, I'll be a shaved wolf...</em>Ansha thought, as she looked for some clean mugs - or, hell, even glasses!<br/>