Myranda had been listening to Ian's blaither, Arty's playful comments and the tuning of an instrument passively. She had a connection with each of them, some closer than others, but she got along with them all in her normal live and let live philosophy.  "Play The barkeeper's daughter. That should be sausy enough to make everyone grin." She rolled her eyes at the snickering of Ian and wondered if he realized that he sounded like a wheezing lapdog when he did it. Still, she didn't let it bother her at the moment.<br/><br/>She grinned then at the question about orc mating rituals. "In the southern lands, the male recites bad poetry while the female throws crockery at him and tosses insults about his capabilities to procreate, his lineage,  how sharp he keeps his spear, stuff like that." She glanced down and kept as straight of a poker face as she could, "Then, at sundown, if he has managed to continue to keep his temper in check, they spend the rest of the night keeping the tribe awake... if you're not entertaining the community, then you're showing a lack of sex appeal. It's all very complicated and, somehow, works most of the time." She took a breath for a soft sigh. "What about me Arty? Am I just chop liver? Considering that you're the only one here who's seen me more naked than her, Don't I get a mention of the lovelies of your life?" although he had seen her naked, at the time, they had been dress shopping and she hadn't known that Arty was a ... man? until he had gotten drunk and flashed everyone while dancing. "Not that I'm going to risk a gang rape by showing off my boobs in this kinda crowd."<br/><br/>Finally, she returned to watching the surroundings, some may think that they were safe so close to a town, she knew better from hard earned lessons just how close raiders would dare to a town, nevermind a caravan.