Aureana sat up in her bed and stretched lazily.  She knew she was supposed to meet someone here about the Tomb of Horrors today, but she wasn't in a terrible rush.  Traveling conditions had been rather favorable, and thanks to a few rides she had gotten here a day early and decided to relax in the inn for the time being.  But, now she was awake, and relaxation would have to rest.<br/><br/>She washed up briefly and decided to don her armor before stepping down into the common room to meet with her client.  She debated a moment before deciding to bring her sword along as well; it was an incredibly large blade, one that even strong fighters would struggle to wield properly without training.  It was very impressive... and it was also very hard to move through a crowded room with it.  Still, meeting a client without at least being able to show what she could do was usually bad for business.<br/><br/>As she walked down the stairs to the common room, she heard the room go just a little quieter as several people turned to look at her.  She wasn't exactly petite, standing at 5'9", but compared to the weapon she had strapped to her back, she looked positively tiny.  Her body was slim and fit, not muscular, but it was obvious she took care of herself and worked out regularly.  Her pink hair hung loose, reaching to her shoulders and a little down her back.  She was clad in ordinary traveling clothes, with a breastplate over everything.  Although, it seemed someone who decided to call it a breastplate had a sense of humor, as that was about all it covered.  An almost embarrassingly low neckline showed most of her cleavage, and the top ended just below her breasts, leaving most of her stomach bare.  Of course, this was all an illusion; the armor was enchanted with the ability to shift its appearance and still retain the same actual protection, but she imagined most people in the room wouldn't be aware of such an ability.<br/><br/>She glanced around and groaned when she saw her contact.  She had heard the sisterhood dressed oddly for combat, but she wouldn't have imagined something like this.  Especially not the heels.  Aureana hoped those heels were just for show and that she had something more sensible to wear once they were inside the tomb itself.  Sighing, she walked over to the table, pulling up a chair and taking a seat as she unsheathed her sword, holding it beside her as if to show everyone she was not someone to be taken lightly.  "I hope I'm not interrupting you ladies.  I'm Aureana, a fighter and master of the Swooping Talon sword style.  You must be Siddra, I presume?"