<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/y41fn52.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nerisa Drovers<br/><strong>Sheet:</strong>https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1252723<br/><br/>Nerisa ignored the orc as he threw his tantrum and departed.  He was bound to get on the bad side of someone worse before long, but at least for now he wasn't her problem.  She glanced at the woman he had been tormenting, it wasn't hard to guess what kind of slave she was.  Any comment or question she might have had was interrupted by the arrival of Auscor.<br/><br/>She nodded in silence at his command and grabbed the cask.  She didn't know the other slave, and could hardly leave the task to someone who might mess it up.  A glance, and she headed for the main hall with a heavy weight in her stomach.  Too many orcs, all drunk.  It was not the sort of place she liked to visit.<br/><br/>As they arrived, Nerisa shoved the cask at Lara.  "Go deliver it."  She ordered, as she took up a position near the door to watch and make sure.  The weight of bodies and noise was just too much for her to want to take so much as a step more into the hall.  She wanted to be back out in the forest, not here.<br/><br/>