Inja feels the burning of a blush filling her face and she presses her hands against her mouth and shakes her head a little. Her? Brave? There were no stories of heroics done by sitting in a tavern and talking; nothing like traveling to far off places and staring down dangerous things. The bravest thing she'd ever done was probably the stupidest: setting fire to a hornet nest, trying to get rid of it. (That plan backfired horribly)
She mumbles against her knuckles, still feeling awkward at the compliment, "Drinking for courage? But... People say bad or embarrassing things happen... Isn't that worse?"
She mumbles against her knuckles, still feeling awkward at the compliment, "Drinking for courage? But... People say bad or embarrassing things happen... Isn't that worse?"
