To those fortunate enough to follow the elven sorceress.   A symmetry of motion sensual in nature.    The rolling provocativeness of her hips, causing the sash shay of her gait.    The thin strips of flimsy adornment fluttering with the motion of her walk.<br/><br/>Her eyes darted left right all around.    Pain flashed full of sadness at looking at the condition of the town.    As the group is led to the building that serves as the inn.   Pausing to take stock of the scars of the raids that adorn the inn outer walls.   Buildings to either side are nothing but burned husks of rubble now,  charred ruins.<br/><br/>Entering into the inn then with the others.   The evidence that the place has been unused for a bit.    With the light covering of dust.   Of which there entry into the place stirs up some of that dust.   Causing  her to sneeze spontaneously in reaction.