Rebecca Shultz, conjurer extraordinaire, flicked her hair over her shoulder in disapproval. She had come to this spring in search of the entrance of the Tomb of the Lich King and her first challenge was one of lazy design and incompetent help.<br/><br/>"Where is the manager of this place. This is simply unacceptable!" The petite woman, standing half an inch above three feet, yelled not quite at the top of he lungs, but close to it. She jumped up and down behind the counter a few times to make sure they could at least see if. If any were watching the action would cause very interesting bouncing from her chest, revealing that the halfling was not wearing a brassier. In fact all that she had on was a skin tight bodysuit, that showed off just how naturally perky her nipples were; a black cape; and black leather boots. Her staff had been leaned against the counter and a large tome bounced against her ass with each jump.