05-15-2014, 03:17 PM
"Iris! Great ta see ya!" Mardi is slurring his words a bit more than usual. He's evidently been supplementing the tavern's fair with a nip or three from his personal supply, and the mug Vali slides over smells like it could strip paint. The Hobbling strikes an exaggerated pose of flirtatious interest. "What brings a gal like you to a plashe like this?"
Mardi Shamil Lupin Grasso Ulferayder Beren, of the Drunken Swan mercs. A feisty little Hobbling with the alcohol tolerance and love of battle of an Einher, the fashion sense and wanderlust of an Aja, and the ear of an orc - though that one usually stays in its bag.