Common drinks and strange acquaintances

I R I S She scowled at the Fae’s observation, turning wistful as her gaze lingered on the brown liquid in front of her. ”Must be nice to do whatever you want.” She relaxed in her seat somewhat, ”I have familial obligations.” She clicked her tongue before talking a considerably long sip. ”Yess… Handsssome…” She let her tongue roll around the ‘s’ as she eyed the blade. Then, appearing to regain her sobriety she answered the huntress’ question with a question of her own. ”Well, you see, I was wondering what such a well armed, battle hardened woman was doing in Torchline. Bounty hunter was a guess.” She nodded at the Fae, ”You don't look like you leave the Greatwood very often.”