
"I think I need -a lot- more alcohol before you get me singing. 'sides, I'd be clearing out the tavern pretty fast if I did ... It's more like the sound of a drowning cat then singing." She laughed softly, wrapping her hand around the cold glass filled with a dark brown liquid and ice.
She took a long sip through the straw and smiled. "Pugilist." She raised one hand in a fist. "I don't like to rely on things like magic or weapons ... just my own two fists. So long as I got them, or at least one foot left, I know I can fight. And you? What brings you to this dusty old tavern?"
She took a long sip through the straw and smiled. "Pugilist." She raised one hand in a fist. "I don't like to rely on things like magic or weapons ... just my own two fists. So long as I got them, or at least one foot left, I know I can fight. And you? What brings you to this dusty old tavern?"