You know that scene where all the adventurers get together in a tavern over a mug of ale to plan their next adventure? Well, somebody has to serve them the ale, right? Bobby Jackson's wench has six answers in her two hands.
Apparently when you're a townsfolk you don't get a name. This wench is defined more by what she carries -- her bosom and beer -- than who she is. So long as you're okay with that, she's okay with it. Just remember to tip your waitress!
You can order this miniature at Noble Knight Games.
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