Dress Up

Winifred moved away from the door, her hand now over her chest in aghast at his statement. "Drunk? I would never!" Her mouth made a perfect 'O'. "Agh." Waving it off with her hand and following Artem in, she stared at him when hearing his offer. Blinking a few times, as if trying to change what she heard, she returned her attention to Gular.

"Hm. It must be a special day. I didn't know Artem deserved such an honor." Her voice contained good humor, laced with sarcasm. Standing and crossing her ankles, she looked over at the individual yet to be introduced. Waving quickly at the stranger, she introduced themselves. "Hello, I'm Winifred," giggling while looking over at her companion, "and that is Artem. You are?" Though the stranger had already been introduced, it seemed to have flown over Winifred’s head.

Looking Gularzob over once more, her head turned towards Artem in an unbalanced fashion. “I don’t think he’s changed.” Taking a sigh, she looked around the room and let her eyes glance at some of the weapons hanging on the wall for show. Her eyes grew big at the sight of a beautifully crafted sword. Walking towards it, her neck arched back to get a look at the beauty. “My God. Your work is even better than my father had described.” Turning half of her body and trying to make eye contact with the Orc, she offered a playful smile. “Do we get to play dress up now? I haven’t had a decent gown made for me in decades.”