"I think she's okay," Miaren says, just before she feels Draque's attention shift.   As she also looks up, she can't help but catch her breath.  These women wear sensuality with the same ease as their garments, and Miaren can't help but feel a certain fascination - one that twists between admiration and something more gut-level.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">You do not belong here.  You must hasten to go.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Even the lyrical voices of the Elven bards did not caress the ear so silkily - even if the words themselves were foreboding.<br/><br/>"I - beg your pardon, Milady," she says, feeling like her own voice is the croak of a raven in comparison.  "We - only came here on a rescue mission."