Aura laughed lightly when Myrna invited her to holler if she needed to be rescued while the dwarf dashed to her room to change.<em>It may be that one of us really will have to rescue the other soon enough</em>, she ruminated regretfully with her mind on the mysterious mountain.<br/><br/>She leaned back, sipping her wine over thoughtful crystal blue eyes. She nodded obligingly when Reaha, he elf apart from her, voiced, "I'd rather prepare for a night's sleep." Aura watched the other elf go, just as she had the dwarf a moment before, idly contrasting and noting the way everyone moved, and their attire front and back.<br/><br/>Over another long sip of the 'fruity boozewater' as Myrna called it, Aura noted the enviably buxom blonde waitress get a rude rump-slap from a random local patron. Apparently she wasn't the only one noticing other's backsides. Aura's lip twisted subconsciously and she flagged the waitress just to give her an excuse to leave the arm-reach of the other table.<br/><br/>Part of her said that it was just part of the wench's job and more than invited by her, well, inviting blouse, but another part of Aura burned a bit over the though. She herself practically went skyclad often enough among the elves, as was their custom. It hardly deserved the unwelcome attention.<em>Thus ever were human men</em>, or so her elven ancestors had always told her. Of course, a welcome rump-slap could be oh so very welcome.<em>He</em>had been so different, so very different. It seemed so very long ago.