"Tsk tsk, assuming already that everyone here is a 'gentleman'?" comes a voice from behind the human, the succubus entering shortly after the wizard makes his introduction. She winks as she strolls past him, wearing an incredibly ornate black dress, sprouting red frills  and adorned with skull-faced clasps on it's ribbons and bows. A succubus wearing clothes is a bit unusual, but any town with friendly liches walking about and Dwarven beardmancers operating a barbershop gets it's fair share of unusual. "Though I suppose I could take the form of a man if you so wished..." she grins wickedly, her monstrous fangs making her mouth appear as if filled with daggers. "Though I doubt that will help our fellow constructs much in their...our mission."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>