Sif slowly stretched her arms up and over her head as she stood beside her chair at a table in the corner of the inn, grunting softly. A long bath would be in order before bed, but first drinks were in order. Draping the poleaxe close across the back of her chair, she eased down into it and extended a single shapely leg forward, reaching down and adjusting the fit of her armored knee-high boots while waiting for an adventuring partner to join her.