Hilde quirked a smile as she slid into one of the chairs trying as she did to determine which statement to address first. The scabbard of her sword bumped against the table leg and she adjusted the weapons belt with an irritable grunt. An almost ludicrously well endowed barmaid glided to the table and arched a questioning eyebrow. Not having the funds Hilde waved her hand in dismissal, eliciting a sour look from the barmaid. Hilde noticed she had a dusting of freckles across her nose and idly wondered if the woman was a local.

[b]"I think it was two years ago back in Altdorf,"[/b] she chuckled in memory, [b]"I thought you were dead for sure when that Kislivite hit you with that chair."[/b] It was difficult to remember exactly how the brawl had started, not least of which because they had all been drinking that vodka they drank up in the north country.

[b]"As for what I'm doing here, same as you I expect,[/b]" she went on, producing the cheaply printed recruiting flyer from a pouch and laying it on the table. The ink was already slightly indistinct where it ran into the too porous paper. A she spoke a bear of a man with a filthy beard and the thick accent of Middenheim staggered up to the table.

[b]"Can a big strong man by you a drink missy?"[/b] the man asked in slurred tone, posing ridiculously. Clearly he was showing off for his friends, he reeked of stale sweat and ale. 

[b]"Sure, if you know where I can find one,"[/b] Hilde responded in an acid tone. A table across the hall erupted in laughter at the jab and the drunken man's eyes turned hateful, his face flushing with embarrassment.

[b]"Bitch!"[/b] he sneered, but turned away, spitting on the floor as he did so. Hilde brought the hand that she had surreptitiously moved down to her weapons belt back onto the table. Maybe that hadn't been smart, she was thirsty and she really didn't need trouble. Life as a small female mercenary gave one a kick for the groin first and ask questions never attitude. 

[b]"There isn't a whole lot of work here for someone like me, I'm not really built like stevedore and lets face it,"[/b] she made a generalized gesture to her physique.

[b]"I'm not exactly built like a bully buck,"[/b] she explained. In truth she had briefly considered going into business as a back street healer, but she would have needed money to get set up, and even in Marienburg that could attract too much Sigmarite attention.