<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Johanna Laurus<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>the present<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Helia, Stanis, open<br/><hr/>That she kept odd hours was one of the things that had quickly become known about the tiny mage that had recently taken up residence in the Vine and Horn along with an ... interesting companion. Even though it was hardly the crack of dawn she came down to the tavern part of the building wrapped in a long white dressing gown, her blonde hair lying half-brushed across her shoulders. And, it seemed, a faint flush of colour across her cheeks as she slipped through the crowd to reach the bar, just a little way down from Helia and Stanis. That flush (born from her newest, only-just-finished work involving a young woman seduced and enslaved by the addictive milk -and breasts- of a werecow who bore more than a passing resemblance to a farmer Johanna had recently met) only grew as, despite herself, Johanna's eyes roamed over the pair. Stanis' sheer size, especially compared to her own tininess, had an obvious appeal, as did the pretty dragon-lady's more exotic form.<br/><br/>Still, it was rude to just stare at a woman's hips or a man's crotch without introducing yourself, so Hanna forced her eyes up to meet Helia's, the nearest of the two. "Hello," she began shyly, after ordering herself a light (and late) breakfast. "I'm Johanna. Who might ... might you two be?"<br/>She tried to keep the curious and admiring glances to a minimum and to be discreet with them, but the mage wasn't all that good at actually doing either of those things, although hopefully the other two wouldn't notice or take offense.