<br/>"Alright, whose turn is it?  Is it yours?  I really feel like it's your turn."<br/><br/>The blonde elf eyed her compatriot, a brow raised as she crossed her arms against her chest, green eyes already suspicious of the forthcoming response.  For her part, the white haired and slightly taller elf merely shook her head, gesturing towards the inn across the street.<br/><br/>"I believe there is a risk of being forced to use the bathing area at this establishment," was the simple response, her pale, delicate face remaining impassive.  The shorter elf gave an exasperated sigh.<br/><br/>"Oh, yes.  Right.  We wouldn't want to ruin your 'make-up'."  Her arms were still crossed as she looked sidelong at the Bear and Raven.<br/><br/>"Well, it's definitely your turn<em>next</em>time," she remarked in a sharp fashion.  The other elf merely gave the barest of smirks.<br/><br/>"I thought you liked having a bit of fun on the side, Windy."  The comment earned a sharp glare from the blonde elf.<br/><br/>"If only I'd been having any kind of<em>real</em>fun lately.  Two, maybe three minutes and then bam!  They blow and pass right out.  Whatever- this isn't the place to talk about it.  Just do your divine whosa-whatsits and make me invisible so I can sneak into our room."<br/><br/>The taller elf was clearly dressed in cleric raiments- those typical of Corellon Larethian, the God of the Elves- and she merely offered a shrug before murmuring an incantation which made her compatriot disappear.  Once the spell was complete she remarked:<br/><br/>"Perhaps today is the day your luck changes, hmmm?"<br/><br/>Windy didn't offer a response as she stalked off, careful to wind her way through the light foot traffic without bumping into anyone.  It was simple enough for her to scale the wall to the second floor and slide open the window, slipping in and shutting it behind her.  She looked around for a moment, trying to ponder the best way to proceed.  After a moment she started stripping out of her travelling leathers, setting the more roguish themed garb aside and choosing to slip into a simple white dress that hugged her lithe form just enough around her torso before flowing down to her calves.  Plain white sandals would compliment the dress, no socks worn as they would have been out of place.  A moment later and Windy was visible again once spell ran out, which let her look at herself in the mirror in order to properly re-do her hair.  First she undid her ponytail, and then began the arduous process of braiding her hair in a traditional Elven style.<br/><br/>The process annoyed Windy to no end- from it being a result of her partners general attitude of being willing to do just about anything with a man<em>save</em>bathe with one, to the amount of concentration it took, and least of which the vaguely repressed memories of when she first learned to do it over a century ago.  If there was one saving grace it was that it was good practice for her nimble fingers, but it was not one she chose to engage in often.  After she finally finished, Windy gave herself another once over before she'd emerge from the room, making sure to shut it and lock it behind her.  They'd thankfully left nothing they couldn't afford to lose at the Bear and Raven, their recent haul of ill-gotten gains stored in a safe place outside of the city.<br/><br/>As Windy traveled down the hall towards the stairs her gait changed from a mildly annoyed stalking into a more upright gait of aloof indifference.  At five feet tall she was not terribly imposing, but she managed the imperiousness of her people rather well despite having divorced herself from them long ago in her pursuit of gold- a trait she alone had developed in the village she hailed from.  Descending down the stairs, she paused at the bottom and let her green eyes sweep across the inn, making sure not to focus on the Lawman.  She let her gaze linger just long enough to show a mild amount of curiosity, but beyond that she seemed content to ponder and peruse her options.  Of course she was actually waiting to make sure that Alaine hadn't made her as a con artist, as she didn't know what basis the man was working on- she just knew he happened to be her 'target', and the most dangerous threat to her "friend's" operations.