<strong>Dame Rose "Firehair" Amcathra of Waterdeep<br/>Purple Wyrm Inn</strong><br/><br/>It was amazing what a warm bath could do; just yesterday Rose was a blood-stained warrior fresh off a victorious battlefield, but today she was once again the very eligible (and spoiled, and pampered, and all the other things that came with the territory) daughter of a powerful Waterdhavian nobleman. The criers and their promise of coin caught her ear; her purse was rather too light for her liking (even a paladin had expenses, after all!) and this far away from home she couldn't just pop back to daddy's place for a refill. She handed off her horse Titania to the care of one of the stablehands outside the Purple Wyrm Inn and tipped him with a wink and a teasing sway of her hips as she turned away. Another coin saved!<br/><br/>Purple Wyrm Inn... she couldn't help but giggle at the thought, as she entered the establishment.<br/><br/>Catcalls and whistles greeted her entrance but she had long grown used to them. Indeed, she rather enjoyed the feeling of the hungry eyes of men and not a few women feasting upon her goddess-blessed form. She tossed her fiery mane of waist-length hair behind her as she strode straight up to the lizard man and past him, completely ignoring him. Why, it was his job to stand there and guard, after all, and if she had to give her attention to every common guard who watched over a door, then she wouldn't be able to get anywhere!<br/><br/>She took the stairs to the second floor expecting to pay her respects to Lord Marcus, but it appeared that someone else was here in his stead, still someone she recognized, however. "Omygosh Lady Kara it's you! I haven't seen you for so long!" She squealed in delight as she approached the woman with open arms. On Rose's finger her ring glinted, embossed with the insignia of the Amcathra family, just in case Lady Kara needed a discreet reminder to not embarrass herself. Rose gave Lady Kara a polite hug, the kind that two noblewomen would share when they were at least not on unfriendly terms, if not exactly bosom friends.<br/><br/>"You're looking well," Rose observed and continued, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper that was calculated to still be just loud enough for everybody else in the room to hear if they tried, "and who's the strong silent hottie? If he's not already spoken for-" she licked her lips and looked the armored knight over- "I could<em>so</em>eat him up."