"Me? Thanks!" Abrial responded cheerfully. She was never good at either telling or caring whether someone was insulting or complimenting her, so as long as something sounded remotely like a compliment, she'd respond happily. Abrial pointed at the woman's strange tattoos that snaked up her left arm. They depicted many things, all swirling together: peculiar birds, stars, flowers, dragons, all sorts of things. "I like those. Why d'you have them?"
Apparently, the woman had relaxed a bit after drinking a full vessel of liquor, so she was willing to answer now. She rested her arm on the table in a casual manner that actually came off as highly intimidating, since she also displayed all of her extremely toned muscles along with her dark tattoos in the process.
"Got these while traveling. A different tattoo for every place I've visited."
"Whoa! That's so cool! You have so many tattoos, I bet you've visited a hundred places!"
