Location: Tusk - Tansy's Tavern (Port Henry)
Berta grimaces as Pipre introduces herself. "These councilwomen will be the death of us," she mutters quietly, for Gedd's ears only, though the sour look on her face turns to a wry smile as Wyn's easy manner causes the official welcome party some annoyance.
"This one bites too," she notes, again just for her brother's benefit.
As they enter the tavern, Berta remains by the door, watching what may turn out to be an altercation at the docks, her hands out of habit slipping down to her sides, then tightening to clenched fists as her fingers fail to touch the blades she's left aboard. She liked those Aldori guards. A little prone to sudden violence ... but not so bad once you got to know them.
The excitement outside seemingly over, the warrior-woman turns about and looks around the common room, noting the commandeered tables and that Marcy ... Marceline, if she preferred ... chatting to Pipre.
Smiling broadly, she joins them, a swagger in her step as she crosses the room to pull up a chair next to, ah the hells with it, Marcy, reaching over to appropriate the remaining cup and raising it to toast the councilwoman.
"None too fond of mud myself," Berta remarks all straight faced in response to Pipre's listing of the necessary civic works, as she takes a sip, pulling a face.
"A little light and fancy for my taste," she offers her opinion freely on the local brew, grinning at Wyn's reaction to it.
"I'll vouch for her, if you like," Berta inclines her head towards Marcy, though her eyes don't leave Pipre.