Boudica was tall and strong, but she wasn't actually that old—not even sixteen yet. The harsh living conditions of her tribe had forged her into a Barbarian warrior, yet her mind still carried a child's curiosity.
Stepping onto the streets, her eyes roamed curiously over the surroundings; everything here seemed novel and intriguing.
"Where do you want to go?"
Taming a wild beast required not only a whip but also soothing words.
Boudica's temper flared quickly but also subsided quickly. Easily distracted by the vibrant surroundings, she soon forgot what had just happened and blurted out an answer when he spoke.
"That skinny Bamboo Pole said so! Totanish has the best spicy liquor; even a Big Guy would droop after one cup."
"Her name is Tiffany, and this place is called Totnes," Lance said, a slight headache forming as he listened to her. He could tell this girl just wanted a drink.
