Aishe saunters her way through the crowd easily, the people trying to give her a wide berth as the tentacles sprouting from her sides and the thick tail hanging from under her skirt obnoxiously bump into bystanders. Most of the bumps and pushes are accidental, but every now and then she blatantly nudges a little too close to a random person's ass, apologizing for her clumsiness with a grin that can either be described as playful, smug, or shit-eating. She makes her way towards the edge of the square and sits on top of a barrel to better see over people's heads. Not that she really needs to, her being fairly tall, but like hell is she going to stand the whole time through what she believes is going to be a dreadfully dull sermon or town meeting.<br/><br/>The purple-skinned Tiefling yawns and scratches her head in boredom, wondering what event could possibly be worth interrupting her ample free time. Her meal of smoked Red Sole had been interrupted by the gonging of the world's most unnecessarily annoying bell, and she was less than thrilled by it. Still, it was an excuse to go out and uncomfortably stare at interesting people, which was one of Aishe's pastimes. A weird shadowy elf,a glowing fish-woman, a dragon-looking lady with heaving boobs, and a mousy redhead ogling the shit out of said dragon boobs are the first she lays eyes on, and a smirk forms on her face. Her hometown's diversity was a bunch of humans and one disgruntled halfling, so seeing so many weirdos was a refreshing sight to her even after her years away from home. She sit back on the barrel, lets her tentacles and tail flop to the ground, and waits for the meeting to start, keeping herself occupied by scoping out the citizens and taking mental notes about their asses.