A warrior woman, known as the Buxom Berserker, sat in the back of a tavern. Her chest taking up her entire table, she drank her ale by simply holding the mug in her hand. Her sharp blade hung from her shapely hip and her clothes showed most of her milky skin. One might take her as some maiden playing tough, but she had a well known reputation for her prowess and strength, often taking the role of a mercenary wherever she was. She simply sat, minding her own business.