Nov 6, 2014
From behind the rim of a perpetually full cup of mead, Helga looked up at the person walking across her line of sight. After placing the cup on the table before her only long enough for it to be filled by arms that in her inebriated mind belonged to no one, she gestured to the space on the bench beside her that they seemed to be mulling over asking about, "You can sit. I don't mind."