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After mumbling to herself about the lack of strength in their team, By-tor burst into laughter almost suddenly. She had been spectating, looking across the group to find out the kind of people she would be dealing. She had been upset. A bear riding woman, who may get along with her pet as long as it wasn't hungry. She didn't raise anything passive if anything the more vicious the prouder she had been. Everyone else was annoying to her. A lady drabbed in silky, soft clothing, her demeanor giving off the impression she had some sort of power despite what her body did. A few puny looking warriors, a fancy person with a voice to match and a walking suit of armor that she assumed would be her only Solace within the group. When her eyes met with Ink was when she started to laugh. here he was, staring at a this highly regarded priestess, drool foaming at his mouth and his eyes filling with desire. She immediately went to the conclusion he was interested in her body and not the truth that he wanted the magic around her. she grinned, her teeth seeming jagged and sharp, like some sort of shark, and she bellowed her response to him with glee, her voice filled with pleasure in the face of demeaning another. 

"Little lads' onleh a few moments in and he can't keep his pants on! Scannin' the first girly he can, tryin' to figure out what she's hidin' under all that garb!" She roared in harassment, pointing at Ink weakly, too busy with her laughing. She suddenly turned and pat herself on the rear which now faced him, before spinning around to stare back at him.
"Take a looong look over here! You'll be sorry to hear that peepin' like that'll getcha nun' but a fist in the cheek and a black eye welp!"
And with that, she had broken the silence between each member of the team, albeit in a hostile and rash way. She leaned against her large beast and caught her breath, eyes closed and tearing from laughter. Her beast did not seem nearly as please as she did, turning to her and blowing air from his snout. She caught a whiff of it, the dragon's breath smelled of burned trash and hair mixed with a strong vinegar. Looking back to him she smiled and awaited a reprise.