<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e8/3c/1b/e83c1b477d7356ac1afe07fab1e5ecae.jpg"/></div></div></div><br/><br/>Sitting at one of the more shaded tables in the inn, a fairly young looking blonde girl was sipping at her drink, eyes moving to the door every few moments before straying back to the press of people walking around.  Sighing at the lack of things to do, she brushed a bit of her hair back behind her ears, tucking it away down at the tip of her shoulder.  Waiting always sucked, regardless of the job requiring it.  She couldn't quite tell if it sucked more or less though, with all the people around to look at.<br/><br/>One of the barmaids went by with a saunter in her hips, stopping at another table to check if the patrons needed a refill... or if they could be talked into purchasing some other services from the Gilded Rose during their stay.  It was all Idonea could do to restrain herself, keeping watch for the group she was supposed to be meeting rather than inquiring about those 'extra services' herself.  Her clear blue eyes followed the elfin girl's rear as she walked away from the nearby table, before Lea forced her attention back to the door.<br/><br/>“Come on already, damn it,” she growled under her breath.  She had wound up getting to the inn only an hour prior, her small group having taken... the long way, so to speak, and given how close it was to time to meet up with the group she was supposed to be joining up with, she had been informed in no uncertain terms that she should be abstaining from doing anything that would keep her... occupied.  Naturally, that meant no slipping away into a private room with any of the incredibly cute girls she'd seen walking around, be it one of the ones on staff for the purpose, or just one she could talk into a bit of fun.<br/><br/>She probably wouldn't have minded as much if there hadn't been at least three girls she'd seen already that were completely her type.  Frankly, if she weren't having to sit out in the front area of the inn's common rooms, she might have tried to take a nap to keep herself from the temptation.  Well... a nap, and likely a bit of stress relief while she was at it.  But no, she was serving as a contact to some other group of mercenaries who's higher ups had decided to make a joint venture of things.  Maybe she could just have one of the barmaids keep an eye out for them for her and direct them to her though?  Worth a thought, certainly.<br/><br/>She sighed out, slumping forward, and set her forehead against her arm on the table.  Knowing her luck, she'd wind up leaving the moment they walked in or something.  Then again, maybe she could actually use that for a change.  She slid her hands back against the table's edge, pushing herself up and back a bit, the chair sliding on the wood as she stood.  With one last glance at the door, she walked over to flag down one of the girls who had looked like she had only just come on duty, ready to tell her who she was waiting for and pay her some coppers to send them her way when they showed up.<br/><br/>As she was starting to move a bit closer though, her eyes caught a large group being settled at a table, apparently having managed to make it through the door when she hadn't been looking – or when the press of bodies had simply blocked her view.  She let her eyes settle on the group, comparing them to the descriptions she had of her main contact.  He wasn't that hard to pick out in the group, overall... but Lea quickly found her eyes drawn quite a bit more towards other members.  Other members like the cat girl with the bulging belly, and the fairies being sat down around the table.  Spotting both an arachnid girl of some sort, and what looked like a lamia in their group as well, she really did have to pause to stare.  The group certainly was an interesting mix, and she felt her lips curling up as she glanced between several fairly cute girls in it.<br/><br/>Her own company had a few cute girls, but Eirian was her current squad leader's sister, not to mention that she'd stated flat out that she didn't consider humans worth anything beyond pets and food.  Not that that would have completely stopped her from trying to flirt with the girl, but Eli had promptly asked her not to do anything that would end up with her padding his sister's thighs while she was under his command.  And then taken her with him when they went out for their own assignment in the city, since there was no way he was trusting the two of them alone even with his warnings.  Of course, Mary was always fun to be with too... but her friend was out gathering some ingredients for her potions, and would probably have gotten herself distracted with seducing someone who caught her eye for the night.  Most likely, she'd be back a bit late, or staggering in come morning with a sloshing belly that had only recently finished digesting some poor lucky sod.<br/><br/>Besides which, Mary was certainly more 'friends with benefits' than anything more.  Very good friends, and very good benefits, Idonea would admit, but it still left her wanting to flirt with other girls every bit as much as her friend did.  Now that her contact was finally there, she could get the rest of her night nice and free, and maybe see about finally letting her hair down.  It would be nice if she could get a cute girl to help her get rid of a bit of her pent up energy so she could sleep easier, if nothing else.  And those 'other services' were rather tempting in their own right, more so with the guarantee of safety if she was paying properly.<br/><br/>She quickly started walking over to the group, casually lifting a hand in greeting, and swaying her hips to hopefully see which of the girls in the group seemed to take notice.  “Pardon me, are you from the boars?” she asked with an easy grin.  It was hard not to grin as she spotted a second cat girl with them, cute even without as much fur, and a drow.  “I'm Lea, from the Silver Hawks.  A pleasure to meet you all.”  Her eyes ran over the wide selection of lovely ladies again, noting that she even thought a few faces looked familiar, before she forced herself to settle for meeting Johan's eyes, given she had been told he would probably be at least nominally in charge.  “Care if I sit with you to go over things and get acquainted?”<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">People who want to set up any backstory relation, be it just seeing each other in passing, or having talked, or even worked together some, send me a PM!  And happy to join in. ^.^</div></div></div>